Jesus Christ! I scowl. Do you have to be so crude?
No other properties. And that bitch, Sandy, didn’t have access to my car.You’d be surprised, Martin says. I’ll check it out just to be sure. He gets to his feet.
Gabe lets me go momentarily and gets his car keys from the coffee table. He hands them to Martin. Could you check Ava’s car as well, just to be sure?Thanks, man. I appreciate you coming down and doing this for us, Gabe says to Martin.Charly gets my car keys from her bag and gives them to Martin.
I’ll take you down to the garage, Julian says to Martin.We watch them leave. I can feel Gabe’s silent rage vibrating through him.
Fucking Digby, Vaughn bites out. I hate that bastard. I can’t believe the lengths he’ll go to for a story.
Nothing surprises me anymore, Charly says. Ava, you doing okay? she asks me.The rear entrance of the club was a double-doored, triple-locked stretch of Staff Only, and it obvi had a security camera somewhere, because the instant they approached, a bouncer opened things up.
Yeah. V barged in. Where’s Trez at?Dark halls. Dumb, drunk humans. DD working girls. And then there was Trez, standing outside a black door under a black light.
The Shadow made an impression, even from thirty dim feet away. He was tall and had an inverted triangle for a torso, big heavy shoulders dumping into a tight waist, with thick thighs and long legs holding the production off the floor. His skin was the color of the mansion’s mahogany dining room table, his eyes black as midnight, his hair trimmed down to nothing but a pattern on his skull. All of that was just pretty window dressing, though.The truth was that he was more dangerous a commodity than anything you could buy at a gun show.