“Got me?” Luke asked.
“Yeah, yeah. Got you. Tell Marcus, nothin’ to worry about. I’m out,” Ladies Man rasped because Luke’s hand was wrapped around his throat.
Luke dropped him.
Ladies Man’s legs buckled a bit when he landed but he pulled himself together and his hands went to his neck.
Luke turned his head to me. I got the message loud and clear and we both walked out.
We were buckled in and on and the road before I found my voice. “That wasn’t fair. You hogged all the head crackin’.”
Luke was silent but I could tell he was amused.
“Next time I get to throw the guy across the booth,” I announced.
“Not tonight. We’re done.”
“Done?”
“Done.”
“That’s it?”
“Yep.”
“But we’ve only been out…” I looked at the dashboard clock, “an hour and a half.”
“Nothin’ more on tonight’s agenda, babe.”
Well, that was disappointing.
“You should come on a ride-along on one of my nights out. It lasts longer and is a lot more fun.” I told him.
“I’ll take you up on that.”
Whoops.
I’d said it to be snotty. I didn’t expect he’d agree. This meant another conversation with Vance.
Shit.
Luke again walked me to my door, took my keys, pushed in ahead of me and turned off my alarm. This time he didn’t head to the kitchen. I thought it best not to offer him a beer.
Then I asked what had been praying on my mind for the last twenty minutes. “Do you guys work for Marcus Sloan?”
“We’re on retainer,” Luke answered.
I closed my eyes. This was not good.
“Babe.”
I opened my eyes again. “He’s a drug dealer. He runs guns. He sells flesh,” I whispered.
“He’s also Daisy’s husband,” Luke responded.
I felt like he’d punched me in the gut.
Daisy’s husband? Daisy was married to a drug dealer? A flesh peddler? A gun runner?