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Now, he had to find the time to get a ring and do the deed—and he couldn’t wait.

This was turning into a pretty good week for him, despite the way it started.

As Calyx was washing the last of the lunch dishes, his phone rang, and from the number, he knew who it would be.

Well, it appeared talking about them summoned them.

“Yo. Jagger. What’s shaking?” he asked, as he answered the call.

The Marine busted his ass.

“Your building. Having fun?”

The man actually laughed.

“As a matter of fact, I am. Isn’t that what you chucklefucks told me to do? If I remember correctly, I am just taking your advice.”

He had them there.

They told him to get the girl, and he had.

“Yeah, we did, but now we need you. We have a job for someone whose face isn’t well known. It’s vital we access a location, and you’re our way in.”

Calyx was watching him, and she looked worried. It wasn’t like he blamed her. He felt the same about her too.

Only, he knew they’d work through this.

They had to.

“What do you need me to do?” Remington inquired.

Jagger explained.

“We need an inside person in a barber shop, so we can get eyes on the Chinese mafia, to take them out. We can’t access it unless we see the inside, and all of us are too well known.”

That he understood.

This was definitely up his alley, and something he would have in his repertoire of skills.

“I can do it.”

That was good to know.

“We believe there’s a gambling ring in a back room, and we’re trying to find all of the Chinese mafia that might be willing to help Alexsandr. So we can count you in to help us out?” he asked.

Remington hesitated.

“Absolutely, but…”

Jagger waited. He wasn’t sure what had the man twitchy.

“Uh, I don’t want to leave Calyx alone. Is there any way that you can make sure she’s safe for me while I’m working?”

That was the least they could do.

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