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“Yep.” I realize that he’s acting suspicious. His answers are too clipped and non-descriptive. Which means there's something he's not telling me.
I narrow my eyes. “What kind of club?”
“It’s called Marquis.” I frown because I've never heard of a club called that in Seattle.
“Where is it?”
Harry watches me closely, his features tight as he confirms my suspicions. “Vegas.”
I’m already shaking my head as he speaks. “Harry, I can't--”
“Yeah, that word never used to be in your vocabulary. Not the Aiden Lawrence I knew.”
“You know that man is long gone. There are now a lot of should nots, could nots and can nots in my arsenal and anything to do with Vegas earns all of those.”
“Yet here I am, looking at the same man I met over a decade ago. A man who never let anything stop him.”
I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
Harry nods. “Yeah, I do. But I don't agree. Look, I know it's not ideal, but this is a case we have to take. We should take. And it’s the only way he can get the evidence he needs.”
“Can you assure me it's not connected to anyone from my past in Vegas?” I let that hang there because that's a deal breaker for me.
He stares at me, his gaze intense and unwavering. “I'll level with you. You've got to do this case. I owe this guy a favor and he's calling it in.”
“How deep in this are you?”
“Nothing like that,” he says, shaking his head. “He helped me a while ago and now he’s wanting my help in return. So, when I say you're the only man for the job, I’m not lying.”
I’m already working out the logistics in my head. My place here in Seattle may not be great, but it’s still mine. “How long do you think it’ll take?
“I don’t know. Money’s not an issue here. Well, it is the issue, but isn’t something you need to worry about. He just wants you there.”
There's a giant but on the tip of my tongue but one look at Harry's face tells me there's no point arguing anymore. This is a favor he must pay, and I'm the only one who can do it. It's pretty much a done deal no matter what I say because I owe Harry a hell of a lot and after letting down a lot of people in my life, he's not someone I could or would ever do that to.
“It's not like you’d have to break the law. I'd never ask that of you.”
My lips curl up. “Just bend it occasionally, right?”
“Maybe a little if needed,” Harry replies with a shrug. “The key thing is to get in there, snoop around, and report back if and when you find anything.”
I lean back in my chair, that uncomfortable feeling deep inside me not going away. But it’s not about the case. I can do jobs like this in my sleep. It’s about going back to the city where I lost everything. The mecca of my downfall.
It's been almost a year since I lost everything and hit rock bottom. The memories are painful, etched into my mind like scars that will never fade. I have wrongs to right in Vegas, and this could be the opportunity to do exactly that. This case could be my chance at redemption, a chance to face my past and move on. It won't be easy, but I've never been one to back down from a challenge. I never used to, anyway.
“Alright.”
His brows jump up. “You're in?”
“Not like I’ve got much choice but yeah. Yeah. But if it drags on for months, I'll be blowing up your phone to get me out.”
“Deal.” The tension he's holding leaks out of him as he slumps down with a relieved sigh. “I'll make the arrangements with him. He’s rented a condo for you in Vegas too. Nothing that can be linked to anyone.”
My head jerks back as my brows rise. “Are there going to be people looking that deep into me?”
“Probably. But you're going in as yourself. You do remember one of the first things they tell you about going undercover?”
“Stick close to the truth.”
