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“Wow. That was fast,” he said, turning to look at me.

“What was fast?”

“I just called Mr. Vale. I figured we’d be standing here for another hour or two, twiddling our thumbs. Or talking to the cops without one of you.”

“The cops?” I croaked, heartbeat hammering against my ribcage. “What do you need cops for?”

“Well,” Gav said, looking oddly squirrelly. “The thing is, we had a delivery this morning. And, well, we’re not sure what happened, but… I guess the door wasn’t locked. And someone…”

“They jacked everything,” one of his guys supplied.

If they expected shock or outrage, I was the wrong boss to be speaking to. Not many people knew this neighborhood better than I did. There was always someone around who was willing to steal a bunch of shit—from high-end electronics to fucking stuffed animals—and resell everything.

Everyone had to have a hustle.

I didn’t even particularly begrudge someone for this one, since we didn’twantthe neighborhood knowing it was partially my club.

“Alright. What’d they get?” I asked, watching Gav’s brows knit.

“The flooring.”

“The… flooring?”

“Black marble tiles. Go for about fifteen per tile.”

“And how many tiles were there?”

“Seventeen hundred. That’s—”

“Twenty-five grand,” I supplied. “Marble tile, that’s heavy, right?”

“It would have been a project. Something like ten pounds per tile.”

“How long a gap was there between when the shipment got here and when you got here?”

“An hour,” Gav said. “Max.”

“Any chance the dumpster is missing?”

“The… dumpster?”

I moved past them, going down the alley beside the building toward the little opening behind where, the day before, there’d been a mini dumpster.

“What…”

“Work smarter,” I said, shrugging. “You said Soren is on his way over?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

Good.

He could deal with the cops.

I wasn’t going to get my ass chewed out by Renzo for getting my face on anyone’s radar.

“What?” I asked, catching Gav staring at me.

“Your hair is different.”