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“Then how about as two former ACC athletes? I think there’s more we should discuss. But I can’t right now. Where are you staying?”
“The Wynn.”
“I’ll meet you at Mizumi. Tonight. Eight o’clock.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Myron called Esperanza as he walked back to the Mercedes SUV.
“There’s going to be a lot of Brian Connors.”
“Mother is named Grace.” Myron slid into the backseat of the car with the phone on his ear. The driver shifted the SUV into drive and started down the road. “He’s maybe from Oklahoma.”
“I’ll get on it.”
“Thanks.” Myron hung up and sat back.
They’d traveled about two more blocks when Myron realized something was wrong.
“Excuse me,” he said to the driver. “Where’s Harold?”
“He had to take off. I’m his replacement.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sal.”
“Sal, I’m Myron.”
“Nice to meet you, Myron.”
“Likewise. Harold said something about his wife being sick.”
“Yeah, that’s why he had to leave. Sorry for the inconvenience.”
“No worries,” Myron said.
Myron surreptitiously tried the car door. Locked. Not unexpected. He checked his phone to make sure the phone locator was on. It was. It always was. He and Win shared locations all the time.
Just in case.
Just in case something like this arose. Myron dropped a pin and pressed the silent alarm button on his phone. It would reach Win and let him know that trouble was a-brewing.
Then, with the car stopped at a traffic light, Myron leaned forward, snaked his arm around Sal’s neck, and pulled back hard against the man’s throat.
Sal made a gurgling noise.
Myron dug in deeper, cutting off the air supply. Sal’s hands flew up to the crook of Myron’s elbow, feebly clawing at it, trying to find some way to dislodge or loosen the grip.
Myron held tight.
With his mouth close to Sal’s ear, Myron whispered, “My driver’s name was Fred. And he’s single.”
Myron flexed the bicep to get an even tighter squeeze.
Sal’s body bucked.
Myron spotted the car’s key fob on the console between the seats. It was awkward—right arm around Sal’s throat, left arm reaching across it—but Myron was able to stretch over himself like in some childhood game of Twister. Once he got hold of the key, he debated how to play it. Did he stay in the car now and get Sal to talk? Or did he just get the hell out of the car and to safety?
