My VW? This was news.
“Really?” I asked.
“Really.”
“These days, my car never moves,” I told him, like he didn’t know since he took me practically everywhere.
“I know,” he said.
“Are you gonna take it off now that Rosie’s found?”
“You’re now covered by Nightingale Security.”
Er… what?
“I thought you weren’t doing security anymore.”
“Only special circumstances. The boys monitor the condo and now they monitor you.”
“I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that.”
“You will be when some nut job with a vendetta against me uses you to get to me and my boys get to you in five minutes rather than after you’ve been raped and murdered.”
Yikes.
I hit the mental control that set up Denial Zone around that subject and changed it to a new one.
“Who’s Ike?”
“Another of my men.”
“How many haven’t I met?”
“Luke, Mace, Jack and Ike.”
Mace? Who had a name like Mace? Where did these macho idiots come up with this shit?
“You got a guy named Mace?” I asked, I couldn’t help myself.
“His name’s Mason. Mason is a shit name. We call him Mace.”
That made sense.
“Oh,” I said.
We pulled up outside a bar off Colfax Avenue that I never knew existed, though I couldn’t say I spent much time on Colfax.
The bar looked rough.
Lee yanked the parking brake, turned off the car and twisted toward me.
“You stay here, stay down and keep the doors locked. Bobby will be here soon.”
I nodded.
He got out. I locked the doors and watched him go in. Then I leaned across the console, found the trunk release and grabbed the keys. I got out and went to the trunk. My belt was there. As far as I knew, Ally still had the pepper spray, Eddie had the taser which left me with the stun gun. I grabbed it, closed the trunk, bleeped the locks and walked toward the bar.
I did this for several reasons. Firstly, I felt more vulnerable and exposed in the car. Secondly, I’d never liked to be left out, not to mention, I was beginning to see why guys liked this shit, it was a rush. Lastly, I wanted to see Lee in action.