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beginning to get antsy about it.”
    Uh-oh.
    Letting
me do my thing?
    Letti ng?
    I decided to let that slide since I
loved Darius and figured he didn’t mean anything by it (or I was giving him the
benefit of the doubt) and focused on something else.
    “Why on earth would they be getting
antsy?”
    “Because you aren’t stopping.”
    Uh-oh again.
    “Okay. Now tell me why they’d want
me to stop? Or maybe the better question is why they’re in my business at all?”
    He turned and leaned closer to me
before answering, “I don’t know, Ally. Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re their sister.
Or as good as a sister, or a daughter, and they’re worried. Maybe it’s ‘cause
you’re untrained, which is why they’re worried. Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re out at
places like this and unarmed, which, if they knew you were here, they’d be all
kinds of fuckin’ worried.”
    “I have a stun gun,” I shared.
    “The last three years, this bar has
had four hits carried out in it,” he told me. “Bullets are flying, stun guns
aren’t worth shit.”
    Fuck.
    Four?
    That was a lot.
    Hell, one was one too many.
    I knew this place was seedy.
    Maybe I should have asked Brody to
do an electronic look-see into the location I was casing. I’d remember to do
that next time.
    “Ally,” Darius called my attention
back to him. When he got it, he said, “I can tell by your face you aren’t
listening to me.”
    “I am,” I returned. “I just think
you need to be straight up about what you’re saying.”
    He leaned in closer and replied
quietly, “You have no business being here.”
    “I have a friend who has a friend
he cares about who has a fiancée who, I’ve heard, is tied up in some business here.
He’s in knots about it. He loves her. And he can’t afford Lee. He can’t even
afford Dick Anderson.”
    Dick Anderson was another local PI,
less expensive than Lee and his boys, also less talented. Though, a nice guy.
    “So enter me,” I finished.
    “Whatever shit she’s wound up in
here is shit you don’t want swirlin’ around you.”
    I had a feeling he was not wrong.
    “I’ll exit this situation shit
free. Promise,” I assured him blithely.
    “You do not have the skills to do
that,” he contradicted me.
    My back went up, but my attention
sharpened.
    “Do you know the job I’m on?”
    “Yeah,” he didn’t surprise me by
answering. He’d already mentioned “the bitch” I was after. “Brody spilled,” he
went on. “You pulled him in, gave him the name. He talked to me. When he did, I
decided it was time to stop delaying our talk.”
    That Red Bull, vodka and gaming
session was exchanged for information and confidentiality.
    If Brody got me good shit, he’d get
his Red Bull and vodka. But for this crap, I was so totally not spending the
afternoon with a joystick in my hand when I could spend it with Ren and a
better kind of joystick in my hand. Or in other parts of me.
    Brody. God, such a big mouth.
    “Ally,” Darius called again, and my
attention returned to him. “Focus, woman. What I’m saying is important.”
    “What you’re saying would be important if you had info on
the woman I’m checking out.”
    Darius stared at me.
    This lasted a while.
    I let him. I could be patient.
    Or I could be patient for a while.
    Luckily, I was able to be patient
for the while it took Darius to break his silence and mutter, “Stubborn.”
    Told you Darius had known me a long
time.
    “So, do you have info on this chick?” I pushed.
    “No. Don’t know who the fuck she
is. What I know is that two kinds of women walk in those doors.” He jerked his
head to the door to the bar. “First kind is looking to score, and by that I
don’t mean get laid. I mean tweaker bitches too stupid and too desperate for
their fix to stay away. The second kind is looking to get laid, but if that
happens, they also get paid.”
    I knew both. I hadn’t seen one
woman there, outside me, who was not one or the other.
    Therefore,