Page 67 of The Devil's Revelation
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Stupid Prospect!
Fuck. I rush to get off the roof of the building beside the garage, because there is no way the rest of the club isn’t on the way, and I need to make sure I’m not anywhere near here when they do. I need to be far enough away that when I get the text to go to the garage, I’ll arrive with the rest and not stand out.
Stupid ass Prospect just had to get in the way, I seethe. Hopefully, he’s permanently out of the way, because I don’t have time to waste in getting Izzy out of the picture. Now they know someone was here, and they’ll be combing this area before long. I need to make tracks, and fast.
I make my way down from the roof and through the back alley to another building next door. The best part of the old clubhouse becoming the new garage means I know all these buildings like the back of my hand. Including all the secret entrances and exits that people leave open and unlocked.
They’ll never find me, and I have a little bit of time to plan my next move. My phone buzzes and I see the message about Carson come through. I glance at my phone for the time. Guess it’s showtime, and I need to make sure it’s very convincing. Then I need to get back to planning.
I won’t let this little bitch stop my plan, which means Dmitri is going to get what he wants. I just need to make it happen, and fast.
