Ten minutes later, and he was pulling into the Magic Eight motel, one of the shittiest places in Vegas. Parking a few spots down from him, I watched as he climbed from the car, flicked his cigarette onto the broken asphalt of the parking lot, and disappeared into room one-sixty-two.
The pit of my stomach burned with curiosity and contempt. I didn’t know this man, but I knew he was dangerous and stupid. That fact that he was looking for Eden made me feel sickness and rage.
Whoever he was, he needed to stay far away from her.
Pulling my cell from my pocket, I checked my contacts for Vinny.
He answered on the second ring. “Zander, long time, man. What can I do for you?”
“I have a job for you,” I said, keeping my eyes on the target’s door.
“Name it.”
“There’s a new man in town. He’s been snooping around my establishment and asking about one of my waitresses. He’s bad news. He’s staying at the Magic Eight. Room one-sixty-two. Find out everything you can about him.”
“Got it. I’ll report back.”
I didn’t say goodbye.
Instead, I ended the call, cleared my screen, and returned to Empire with a vile feeling in the center of my gut.