Page 107 of Renegade
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BLACK OPS IN ACTION
GREYSTONE
As they made their way toward the second-floor stairs, Greystone said, “If you bring one of the dancers, I’ll cover for you.”
Erik’s eyes widened. “Seriously? You’d do that for me?”
“Hell, yeah. Which one do you want?”
“Oh, man, I’d bag any of ‘em.”
Greystone winced as he slapped Erik on the back. “Let’s check out the car, then I’ll find you a woman. We don’t want JL to catch on.”
“No, we don’t. Even if sheiseasy to buy off.”
The two men walked outside, and Greystone eyed the long line.Not waiting in that.
He handed the line manager a folded twenty. “Back in five.”
The bouncer pocketed the money. “I got you.”
A black limo pulled up at the entrance hijacking everyone’s attention. Sin stepped out, flashed the group an A-lister smile.
“Who’s that?” Erik asked.
“Sinclair Develin. He’s The Fixer, DC’s premiere power player.”
Sin walked over to Greystone, extended his hand. “How you been, Grey?”
Greystone shook it. “Good to see you, brother.”
“We still on for lunch next week?”
“Absolutely,” Greystone replied.
Sin turned toward the clubbers and grinned. “How’s everyone doing tonight?”
Step one. Create a distraction.
Greystone headed into the parking lot, and Erik hurried to catch up.
“You drive a McLaren, you’re in tight with The Fixer,” Erik said. “What doyoudo?”
“If I tell you, I’ll have to slit your throat,” Greystone said.
Erik stopped dead in his tracks.
Greystone chuffed out a laugh. “I’m messin’ with you.” After a second, he said, “She’s fast. Go easy with her.”
“Of course.”
“Don’t get pulled over.”
“Right.”
“Hang tight. I’ll be back with one of the dancers.”
