T-Bone - L. Wilder Page 0,66
problem. Suddenly an idea came to mind—one that just might make all the difference. I turned off the TV and headed down to Riggs’s room. As expected, I found him sitting at his laptop working. I sat down in the chair next to him as I asked, “Hey, man. You mind pulling up that footage of the warehouse again?”
“Sure.” After a few strokes of the keys, the warehouse appeared on his screen. “You got something on your mind?”
“Yeah, actually I do.”
I took a minute to tell him what I was thinking, and as I hoped, he agreed that it was a good idea. “Can you track his phone and find his location?”
“It’ll take me a minute, but yeah, I can do it.”
“Good deal.” I stood up and told him, “I’ll get in touch with Shadow and Moose. Make sure they’re both good with the change. If they are, Moose can let the others know when he gets back from the hospital.”
“Sounds good.”
I left his room, and in less than an hour, Shadow, Riggs, and I were in the SUV and heading downtown. Riggs had managed to get Booker’s exact location, and since he was holed up at one of the local strip clubs, it wouldn’t be hard to get our hands on him. As soon as we pulled up to Satin and Lace, Riggs and I got out and walked inside. We slipped over to a dark corner and started searching for Booker. It didn’t take long for Riggs to nod his head towards the stage. “That’s him. He’s sitting up front ... the one in the maroon shirt.”
It took me a second to figure out who he was talking about, but then I saw him. He had a dark complexion and dark hair with a slim, lanky build—nothing like I’d imagined. Riggs and I had thought that he would be there alone, but as luck would have it, he was sitting with three other guys—two who were known to be Genocide members. “I see him.”
Knowing we’d need to get him away from them, I called one of the strippers over to us. She was a cute blonde with long, straight hair, pretty blue eyes, and a set of fake tits that would tempt any man. When she approached, I reached for my wallet and pulled out four one-hundred-dollar bills. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Chelsey. What can I do for you, handsome?”
As I pointed over at Booker, I asked, “You see that guy, the one with dark hair and maroon polo?”
“The one next to that big guy with curly hair?”
“That’s the one.” I held out the cash as I told her, “You get him in one of the back rooms alone, and this is yours.”
“I just have to get him into a room? Nothing else?”
“That’s it. Just be sure to leave the door open when you take him back there.”
A smile swept over her face as she said, “You got it, baby.”
Riggs and I watched as she sauntered over to him. With a sexy look in her eyes, she leaned forward with her boobs just inches from his face as she whispered something in his ear. Booker nodded, then took her hand and stood. His buddies cheered him on as she led him towards the back of the club. We wasted no time following them to one of the private rooms, and just as she was told, Chelsey had left the door open for us. I took my gun out of its holster, and when I pushed the door open, I found Chelsey sitting across Booker’s lap, grinding up against him. Clearly startled by our intrusion, Booker knocked Chelsey off of him and tried to scramble to his feet. “Hold it right there, asshole.”
Booker glanced at my cut, and panic filled his eyes, making it clear he recognized who we were. Playing dumb, he shouted, “Who the fuck are you?”
Without answering, I reached into my pocket with my free hand and took the cash from my pocket. As I offered it to Chelsey, I said, “You did good, doll.”
“Glad to be of service.”
She gave me a quick wink, then started towards the door. “Hey, doll ...You got a back door to this place?”
“Sure do. It’s right around the corner. You can’t miss it.”
With that, she slipped out of the room, leaving Riggs and me alone with Booker. His hands were up as he nervously asked, “What do you want?”
“Enough of the fucking questions.” I reached for him, tugging him towards the