Page 59 of Velvet and Valor
June finishes her glass of iced tea and sets it down purposefully.
“What are we waiting for? Let’s go! The sooner we find whatever it is that they want, the sooner I can return to living my life.”
I try not to react to June’s words. She wants to return to her life? As in the life she had before we met?
Does that mean she just wants to be safe from Moorcrock and his Triad associates? Or does she want to leave everything about this situation behind her--including me?
“We have a problem, however,” Dane says. “The Marina is private, with a locked gate and guards.”
“A guard who makes ten fifty an hour,” I say with a snort.
“Yes, we could probably sneak past him,” Dane says dryly. “But Jax’s friend on the police force only has so much sway. If PS gets sued because we accidentally peekaboo a rich guy in a maid’s outfit with his mistress, it could sink the entire business.”
“Her life is in danger, man,” I say, a bit of threat creeping into my voice.
“I know,” Dane replies, his tone calm despite my aggression. “And I never said we wouldn’t get in the marina. I just mean your typical Army Ranger ‘sneak a peak’ tendencies aren’t going to fly here.”
“Hey, just because our elite soldiers are smart enough to do a little recon before strapping C4 to every available surface?—”
“Boys, boys, boys,” June interrupts. “You’re both super smart and super tough, equally. Now can we focus on business, please?”
A grin spreads over Dane’s lips.
“Oh, yeah, she’s gonna fit right in,” he says.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.
Dane looks over at June.
“He ain’t all that bright, is he?”
June shakes her head.
“No, not really, but he has his charms. Sometimes I wish he didn’t.”
“Why do I get the impression I’m being ganged up on?” I ask. “You sounded like you might have an idea of how to get in, Dane.”
“Maybe,” he says. “Harlowe sent me a link to our way in. It should still be open on my phone.”
He reaches down and uses his finger to unlock his cell phone. I pick it up and before I even read the screen I have something to say.
“Farm animal porn, all over your phone, Dane? You sick fuck!”
“Just read it, Mr. Comedian.”
I check the screen for real this time. I’m confused at first, because it’s a commercial website. Then I realize what’s for sale.
“Moorcrock’s nephew Ricky is selling the yacht?” I ask.
“Yeah. I took the liberty of scheduling us a tour.”
“You can schedule a tour?”
He nods.
“Damn, Dane, you and Harlowe really came through. I don’t know what to say.”
“How about thank you?” June suggests. Then she turns to Dane. “Thank you.”
