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“Thanks, Anthony.”
As I wander through the lobby, I call Lory. There’s no need to go back to my apartment when Friday has already sent me everything I need to know about Quin Copeland. She works fast.
“Are you going with me?” I inquire as soon as he answers. “You don’t have to. I can take Javier or Tomas. Maybe Lou or—”
“I’ll go.” Lory is quiet for a moment. “Where are we going?”
“Anthony had Quin’s car towed when he got here.”
“You’re joking.”
I snort at his disbelieving tone. “No. It’s down the road at Sokolov Towing. I just need that address, and then my plan is set... Mostly. I’ll improvise when we get there.”
“Where?” he asks.
“I’m in the elevator,” I tell him, not wanting to spoil the fun. “Waiting on you.”
“Dammit, Jasper,” he gripes. “Let me grab my shoes.”
“And your wallet.”
Lory scoffs. “Cute.”
“Thanks,” I sing. “You owe me dinner.”
“Hungry now?” he teases.
“Not yet, but I’m about to work up an appetite.”
Sokolov Towing is literally five minutes from us, with a packed lot of expensive cars, stickers littering their windshields as they await pickup from their owners. The daily charge is atrocious.
The man himself, Fedor Sokolov, meets me in the office, suspiciously glancing at Lory. It would be hard to avoid the behemoth of a man at my back, but I don’t turn to acknowledge him... He’s once again my back up dancer. Not that he minds.
“What can I do for you?” Fedor asks, his Russian accent thick.
“You picked up a car from The Lofts today?” I inquire.
He gives me a jerky nod. “We did.”
“I need it crushed.”
“No.”
“The owner stole from me while you were picking his car up,” I say conversationally. “I could spill a sad story about how he’s a cheating boyfriend or some bullshit like that. But I’ll spare you the drama. I’ll pay you cash. Whatever the price, it won’t be too much. I want his car crushed and dropped at this address.”
I pass him a folded piece of paper with the Copeland brothers’ address on it.
“It’s illegal,” he states, tucking the slip into his pocket.
“No one will know, Fedor,” I murmur. “It will be our little secret.”
“You cannot—”
“I can actually,” I interrupt, not even sure what he was going to tell me. “No one will know who did what, except that I’m the one behind the actions. I’m taking the blame, Fedor, and I assure you, my pockets are deep enough to keep us all out of trouble.”
He regards me cooly, weighing his options before he nods his head to the guy behind the counter. They speak amongst themselves in Russian, and his employee laughs as he walks out the back door.
“This way,” Fedor says. “Ivan was bored today. Drove your boyfriend’s car around the lot. Maybe scratch it. Maybe not.”
