at the tape. I’m done for tonight.”
She throws my pack of cigarettes, which I catch with one hand. I watch as she grabs her purse and keys, turning off the lights, and locking the door.
“I’m following you over to Wet Wanda’s, I need a drink.”
Chuckling, I watch as she goes to her car. “Meet ya over there. Your tab is on me tonight.”
“Thanks, Dalton, Mandy’s lucky to have you.”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Yeah she is.”
I just hope she thinks so.
Chapter Seven
Dalton
Entering Wet Wanda’s is almost like coming home. Weird, I know, but I’ve spent so much of my life in this place. The dark, hazy atmosphere is exactly what I need right now. Smoking hasn’t been allowed in Bowling Green bars for years, but here people do whatever the hell they want to.
You’ve gotta respect people who give a middle finger to what’s supposed to be right, and just do what they want.
Drew is standing in the corner, his arms folded over his chest, nodding at something Jagger’s saying. Walking over to them, I wait until there’s a lull in the conversation.
“How’s it going tonight?”
“Getting busier.” Drew chews on a piece of gum. “But it’s still early. Jagger and I were talking about a possible new recruit.”
“Oh yeah?” I turn to the other member of the club.
He’s older than us, but you’d never know it. He doesn’t seem to age.
“Yeah, a teacher who works with B.”
I raise my brow. “A teacher?”
He chuckles. “Yeah, you’d be surprised. He seems legit.”
“Everyone seems legit when they want something.”
“He’ll definitely need to be vetted.” Jagger steps back slightly. “And I promise I wouldn’t bring a name to the club without having a good feeling about it.”
Now I feel like an ass.
“Look, it’s not you, it’s me. I just had to kick some ass across the street. Some idiot had a knife on Robbie.”
“Are you okay?” they both ask.
“I handled it, but it’s got me on edge. I need a drink.”
“I’ll join you.” Drew shakes hands with Jagger, then puts his on my shoulder leading me to the bar. “One drink and that’s it,” he cautions. “We have a job to do.”
The strip joint has a sizable crowd tonight, all looking ready to raise hell. We belly up to the bar, I lift a finger. The bartender knows what we like. He pours me a double of Elijah Craig, and I down it, barely even feeling the burn at the back of my throat. It works though, immediately settling my nerves.
“Why aren’t you home with your wife and kids?” I rest my elbows on the scarred top of the bar, directing my gaze to Drew.
“Will’s colicky, and believe it or not, I’d rather be here than listen to him scream. Charity’s okay with it for now, so I’ll let it ride as long as I can.”
If there’s one thing I know about Drew, it’s that he can’t stand to listen to a kid scream. Not because it gets on his nerves, but he feels so helpless. Back when the twins were babies I saw him cry with them more than once.
“She’s more hardcore than you,” I tease.
“You ain’t lying. She can take it. She’s one of those ‘let ‘em cry it out’ parents. Me? I go scoop ‘em up and bring them to the bed with me.”
“Which is why it took you eleven years to have another kid.”
He chuckles. “Touché.”
We’re quiet, our gazes going around the bar, looking for potential problems.
“Should we expect to have any blowback from what happened across the street?”
I’ve been waiting on him to ask this question. Drew Walker is nothing if not thorough and meticulous in his planning.
“Shouldn’t, I didn’t recognize the guy if that’s what you’re asking. He wore a ski mask and dark clothes, but there’s a ton of people I would have recognized even in that get up. We haven’t had a run-in with him before.”
Drew whistles, motioning for Robbie to come over. When she does, she has a seat in between us, nursing her beer.
“Did you recognize the guy who came in tonight?”
“No, but since those new apartments went in off of Porter Pike and the plant put in a second shift, I’ve been seeing a ton of new people. They aren’t regulars and a lot of them aren’t even from Bowling Green.”
I tap the bar. “Bring me a Coke, with extra ice.”
“You and that damn extra ice,” Drew grumbles.
“I like for it to be crisp. Give me a break.”
He shakes his head before he looks at