Page 79 of King of Deception

The Russians melt into the shadows and Preston ducks behind the dumpster.

A cook comes out, whistling as he goes, tossing two large bags up and over the side.

The sound of them hitting the bottom echoes through the alley, as the cook goes back inside, locking the door behind him.

As for me…

I’ve seen enough. If the Russians don’t take care of Preston in the next week, I’ll do it myself.

I don’t need Preston to keep an eye on the Russians. I can do that from the piano bar.

And then I can keep an eye on Chloe too. What did Gris say I was doing? Playing with my food?

A salacious grin tugs at my lips. Yeah. That sounds about right. When it comes to my little waitress, I think it’s… Game. On.