were the last of the pale ones, the final pair of old-timers who had been in the Society long enough to have lost their individual hair and eye coloring.
The human who was dragged in with them was a six-foot stretch of nothing particularly interesting, a twenty-something white boy with an average face and a hairline that would be giving up the ghost in another couple years. The guy’s Wonder-bread, who-cares looks no doubt explained why he dressed the way he did: He had a leather jacket with an eagle embossed on the back, a Fender Rock & Roll Religion shirt, chains hanging from his jeans, and kicks by Ed Hardy.
Sad. Truly sad. Like putting twenty-fours on a Toyota Camry. And if the boy was armed? No doubt it was with a Swiss Army knife that got used mostly for the toothpick.
But he didn’t have to be a fighter to be useful. Lash had those. From this POS he needed something else.
The guy looked at Mr. D’s welcome Magnum and glanced back at the door as if he were wondering if he could outrun a bullet. Mr. A solved the issue by closing them all in together and staying right in front of the exit.
The human looked at Lash and frowned. “Hey…I know you. From jail.”
“Yeah, you do.” Lash stayed seated and smiled a little. “So you want to know what the good and bad thing is about this meeting?”
The human swallowed and went back to focusing on Mr. D’s muzzle. “Yeah. Sure.”
“You were easy to find. All my men had to do was go to Screamer’s and stand around and…there you were.” Lash eased back in his chair, the cane seat creaking. As the human’s stare flicked over, there was a temptation to tell the guy to forget about the sound and worry about the forty under the table that was aimed at his family jewels. “You been staying out of trouble since I saw you in jail?”
The human shook his head and said, “Yes.”
Lash laughed. “You want to try that again? You’re not in sync.”
“I mean, I’m still keeping up my business, but I haven’t been cuffed.”
“Well, good.” As the guy’s eyes flipped back to Mr. D, Lash laughed. “If I were you, I’d want to know why I was brought here.”
“Ah…yeah. That would be cool.”
“My troops have been watching you.”
“Troops?”
“You do steady business downtown.”
“I make paper okay.”
“How’d you like to make more?”
Now the human stared at Lash, a smarmy, greedy look narrowing his eyes. “How much more.”
Money really was the great motivator, wasn’t it.
“You do okay for a retailer, but you’re small-time right now. Fortunately for you, I’m in the mood to make an investment in someone like yourself, someone who needs backing to take him to the next level. I want to make you not just a retailer, but a middleman with the big boys.”
The human brought a hand up to his chin and ran it down his neck as if he had to jump-start his brain by massaging his throat. In the quiet, Lash frowned. The guy’s knuckles were skinned and his cheapo Caldwell High School ring was missing the stone.
“That sounds interesting,” the human murmured. “But…I need to chill a little.”
“How so.” Man, if this was a negotiating tactic, Lash was more than ready to point out that there were a hundred other dime-bagger dealers who’d jump at this kind of deal.
Then he was going to nod at Mr. D and the slayer was going to cap Eagle Jacket right under that receding hairline.
“I, ah, I need to lie low in Caldie. For a little bit.”
“Why.”
“It’s not related to the drug dealing.”
“Have anything to do with your roughed-up knuckles?” The human quickly tucked his arm behind his back. “Thought so. Question. If you need to keep on the DL, what the hell were you doing in Screamer’s tonight?”
“Let’s just say I wanted to make a purchase of my own.”
“You’re an idiot if you do what you sell.” And not a good candidate for what Lash had in mind. He didn’t want to try to do business with a junkie.
“Wasn’t drugs.”
“Was it a new ID?”
“Maybe.”
“Did you get what you were looking for? At the club?”
“No.”
“I can help you with that.” The Society had its own laminating machine, for fuck’s sake. “And here’s what I propose. My men, the ones to your left and behind you, will work with you. If you can’t be the front man on the street, you can get the merchandise and they