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Driver doesn't shut the engine off.
Passenger climbs out first.
Leather jacket.
Gold chain.
Greasy hair slicked back.
Second guy follows.
He’s bigger.
Thick neck.
Tattoo crawling up the side of it.
Neither one looks like they're stopping in for wings and beer.
They don't head toward the front entrance.
They head for the back.
Toward the service door.
Toward Sloane.
I swipe to another camera angle.
Zoom.
Enhance.
The software sharpens the image.
Recognition software searches my local database.
Nothing.
Unknown.
I don't like unknown.
Not when Patrick looked half-crazy the last time I checked the cameras.
Not when he'd been demanding money from Sloane.
Not when every instinct I've got has been screaming that something is coming.
The taller one pounds on the back door.
Hard.
Aggressive.
Definitely not customer behavior.
This is more like collection behavior.
