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If this is the life of a parts pirate, Argent’s ready to go all in.
The suite is huge and smells of fresh flowers instead of mildew. Argent orders expensively from the room service menu, and Nelson doesn’t bat an eye.
“Nothing’s too good for my apprentice,” he says, and raises his wineglass to emphasize the point. His own father was never so generous, either in wallet or in spirit. Nelson’s breathing seems labored. The good side of his face is taking on a pale sheen. Argent doesn’t think anything of it; right now Argent is all about his T-bone steak.
As their meal winds down, Argent drops his guard and Nelson begins to talk casually of the days ahead.
“New York’s a great town,” Nelson says. “Have you ever been?”
Argent shakes his head and swallows before he speaks, so as not to appear too uncultured for a room service meal. “Never. Always wanted to go, though. When our parents were alive, they used to say they’d take us to New York. See the Empire State Building. A Broadway show. Promised us the world, but we never went anywhere but Branson, Missouri.” He takes another bite of steak, imagining the food will be even better in the Big Apple. “I swore to myself I’d go there someday. Swore I’d make it happen.”
“And so you did.” Nelson wipes his mouth with a silk napkin. “We’ll have to make time for some sightseeing while we’re there.”
Argent grins. “That’d be sweet.”
“Sure.” Nelson smiles kindly. “Times Square, Central Park . . .”
“Heard about this club in an old factory,” Argent says, nearly frothing at the mouth with excitement. “A different famous band plays there every night, but you never know who it’s gonna be.”
“Did you hear about that on TV?” Nelson asks. “Like the House of Voodoo?”
It takes a moment to settle, bouncing around Argent’s mind like a pinball until it drops dead center. Game over.
When he looks up at Nelson, there is nothing kind about his smile. It’s more predatory. Like a tiger anticipating its kill.
“Lassiter never said anything about Mary LaVeau or ‘the green lady,’ did he?”
“I . . . I was gonna tell you . . .”
“When? Before or after you got your all-expense-paid tour of New York?” Suddenly he flips the table. Dinnerware flies, a plate smashes against the mantel, and Nelson pounces, pinning Argent against the wall so hard Argent can feel the light switch digging into his back like a knife—but it’s nowhere near as deadly as the steak knife Nelson now holds to his throat.
“Did you say anything that wasn’t a lie?” He presses the knife harder against his neck. “I’ll know if you’re lying now.”
Argent knows the truth won’t help him, so he avoids the question. “If you kill me, there’ll be a lot of blood,” he says desperately. “And you wouldn’t have fed me if you really meant to kill me!”
“Every man deserves a last meal.” His presses the knife harder, drawing a bead of blood.
“Wait!” Argent hisses, pulling out the only ace he has to play. “There’s a tracking chip!”
“What are you talking about?”
“My sister! When she was little she always used to wander off, so my parents had them put this tracking chip in her skin behind her ear. If she’s still with Lassiter, we can find them. But I’m the only one who knows the chip’s tracking code. Kill me and the code dies with me.”
“You son of a bitch. You knew about that chip all along!”
“If I told you, you’d have no use for me!”
“I have no use for you now!” He drops the knife and uses his bare hand to close off Argent’s windpipe. No blood. No mess. “Now that I know, I can find that code without you.” Argent tries to fight him off, figuring he’ll lose and that this is the end—but to Argent’s surprise, he’s stronger than Nelson. In fact, the man seems uncharacteristically weak. He pushes Nelson off, and Nelson stumbles, falling to one knee.
“Stay still and let me kill you!” Nelson says.
Argent grabs the knife from the ground, ready to defend himself. But Nelson doesn’t come after him. His eyes roll. His lids flutter. He tries to stand, but falls again, this time on all fours.
“Damn it!”
Then his elbows give way, and he lands facedown on the carpet, as unconscious as if he’d been tranq’d.
Argent waits a moment. Then a moment more.
