Page 175 of Avenging Angel

And I’d overestimated the night.

I thought it might give us more to go on, but also be some fun.

It had given us zero to go on.

And this wasn’t fun.

This made cruising the streets looking for prostitutes feel like a road trip, complete with a cooler of root beer and a huge bag of Corn Nuts.

The strippers were working it, and some had moves, but I was going to have to take an hour-long shower after we left here, not only considering the company we were keeping as audience members, but that this place was rundown, dated and rank.

Worse, although one of the men I had on my wall was there—a Sergio Duzek, nicked for some petty crimes, including possession of a controlled substance and driving under the influence (twice)—none of the others were, including Cyrus Gibbons.

We’d been there for two drinks and two and a half hours. We went to the bathroom in pairs three times to further check out the joint (and the ladies left a lot to be desired). So, unless they thought we all had overactive bladders, we couldn’t run that ruse again. Not to mention, outside of wondering which of the women on the stage might be next, perhaps the most unfun pastime I’d ever engaged in, this garnered nothing.

Jessie was on the same wavelength as me, I knew, when she called over the music, “Regardless of the mediocre talent of their bartenders, one more drink and go?”

I wasn’t sure about the “one more drink” part of that.

I didn’t get a chance to say that. My attention was taken by Luna, who had her face illuminated by the screen of her burner phone.

I grew alert.

She looked at me across our tiny table, then leaned toward me and said, “Jinx. She wants us back at Sun Valley. Now.”

“Is she okay?” I asked, thinking Jinx might be a very appropriate name for her if she wasn’t.

And this wasn’t good news.

Cap was probably home after his impromptu boys’ night out.

And I just wasn’t in the mood to extort another Rolex.

But Luna shook her head. “She says she’s got something we want.”

We both stared in each other’s eyes and then said at the same time, “Divinity.”

We popped up out of our seats.

“We going now?” Harlow asked, looking between us.

“Yeah. Now,” I answered.

Since we paid for our drinks on the go (we tipped our servers well, and considering our occupations, we always did), we headed out, Luna in the lead, Harlow, Jessie and me taking the rear.

I did not get a good feeling when, on our way out, my eyes fell on Sergio Duzek, his locked with mine, he shot me a smarmy smirk and lifted his fingers above his right brow and out in a mock salute.

Nope.

Not a good feeling at all.

In fact, my skin was crawling.

We got outside and I rushed up to Luna, handing her the key fob.

I’d driven there.

But now, I was shaken.

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