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Gate
Gate hit the door of the diner on I-95 outside of Hardeeville, his usual meet up with Maker.
He scanned the interior and found the man, all gray goatee and silver jewelry, sitting with his back to the corner like he always did. The glower on Maker’s face, however, was worse than usual.
On his stroll to the table, Gate nodded to the waitress and then slid into the booth.
“Who pissed in your cornflakes?” Gate asked on a grin.
Maker’s scowl lifted. Slightly.
The big man sipped his coffee. “Just thinking,” Maker answered.
“I wanna know?”
“Probably not,” Maker muttered. Then his face cleared, “What’s the word on Freemont?”
Gate settled back in the booth while the waitress set coffee in front of him.
He glanced up.
Same waitress as last time. Young-ish. Pretty. And studiously avoiding Maker’s eyes.
Interesting.
She walked away, and Gate answered, “Not much. Stash and Rooster are on him, but he’s got so many layers of corporate camouflage, it’s taking them a minute.
“What do you expect they’ll find?”
Gate spread his hands on the table, “If it were anyone else doing the digging, nothing.”
“But they’re not anyone else,” Maker suggested.
“Nope,” Gate answered. “Somewhere, with a production as big as he’s got, there’s a trail. Might be a CPA. Might be medical research. Might be real estate. But there’ll be a red flag, and they’ll see it.”
Maker nodded, “How’s Ryder’s trip going?”
“He’s moving north. Taking his time. Not calling attention, but getting it done,” Gate said. “You got anything?”
“Moose has cleared out of the Carolinas.”
“So Ryder will cross that path soon.”
“Looks like,” Maker agreed, eyes sliding back to the pretty waitress.
“What’s there, Maker?” Gate grinned.
The big man turned toward the window and growled, “Nothing.”
“Thought you were in there last time we met.”
“Me too. But not so much now.”
“Cut put her off?” Gate asked. Not every woman could handle a man wearing a cut and all that came with it.
“Don’t think so,” Maker shrugged. “Didn’t seem to before.”
Gate studied the waitress from a distance. “Doesn’t look scared. Looks more pissed. What’d you do?”
