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I skid to a stop on my dress shoes. With Pearl in the car? “The fuck?” I breathe, my thumbs hovering over the screen, not knowing what to say.
Who?
That’s a negative. Where are you?
“Fuck,” I hiss, squeezing my cell, lifting it to my lips and biting at the corner.
Heading to Hiatus.
I’ve just dropped Benson and the kids off at the airfield. Meet you at the club.
I call Otto. He doesn’t answer. So I call him again. Nothing. And again. “Come on,” I snap, texting him, telling him to fucking answer or die. I don’t have a chance to call him again. He calls me.
“I’m kind of in the middle of something here,” he growls on a whisper.
“What?” What could be so important he wouldn’t take my call when I’m dialing him off the hook? Wait . . . “Oohhh,” I breathe. “Did she say yes?”
“I don’t know because I haven’t fucking asked her yet, because every fucker in the world keeps interrupting me, this time you. Danny with his bratty protests, Rose wanting to know where the washing powder is, the waiter wanting to know what we want to fucking eat and drink.”
“Tell me one thing before you go back to your romantic date.”
“What?”
“Did you find him?”
“Yeah, I’ll call you when I’m done.” He hangs up, and I ponder who the fuck was following Fury?
“Brad Black?” someone says, pulling my attention to my left. I look the guy up and down, not sure I’m liking what I’m seeing. Tall. Smart and clearly trying to be. “Or should I call you The American?”
“Who’s asking?”
He sniffs, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “I heard you’re looking for a supplier.”
“From whom?”
“Does it matter?”
I step into him, serious. “It really fucking matters.” I feel my gun against my back, my hand twitching to pull it. I get away with a lot around here, thanks to Jeeves. Brandishing a gun in the lobby? I think glossing over that is beyond his concierge abilities. “Who the fuck told you I’m in for a supplier?”
He hesitates, and doesn’t that amplify my concern and heat my temper.
“Listen to me,” I whisper, up close to his face, seeing white residue around his nose. “You need your tongue to talk, and since you’re choosing not to talk, I think I might just cut the fucker out.”
“Mr. Black!” Jeeves sings, coming between us. He laughs, nervous as shit. “Now, now, no need for a scene in the lobby.”
I wave a hand at the creep. “Do you know this dickhead?” I ask, my patience lost.
“Yes, Mr. Black, he helps with certain requests that our guests may make.”
Guests like me.
“This is a friend. Horris.”
“Right. And who does your friend work for?” I ask, discreetly pulling my gun and folding my arms with it in my grasp.
“Oh, Mr. Black.” Jeeves shakes his head, looking around nervously.
“It’s okay, Jeeves. I’ll only kill him if he doesn’t answer my questions.”
