Page 78 of Dangerous Affair


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We were passing the Wynn, coming up to the light at the Palazzo when Jack slowed.

An idea hit me.

“Stay on the Strip.”

“Traffic only gets worse past Treasure Island.”

“It’s worse on Spring Mountain until you hit the 15. Stay on the Strip and pull into Mirage.”

“Atlee—”

“Trust me, Jack.”

He gunned it through the changing light.

“Do you have anything for me, Rhode?”

“Car’s registered to Langford, Inc. I’m running them now.”

Jack whipped around the bend into Mirage, missing three pedestrians by mere inches. There was honking as he overtook a car jockeying for position in line.

“Fuck,” Jack bit out.

The cars slowly crept on, most staying right for the self-park and ride share.

“You want the left side. Valet.”

“We do not want to get out of this car.”

“Trust me.”

His jaw flexed—a clear sign he was not fully down with my plan.

Too bad.

I knew this city better than he did.

Finally, we were close enough to the front that a valet walked to my window. I rolled it down and smiled.

“Hey, Chuck,” I greeted.

“Atlee. Trying your luck with us today?”

“Not today. Listen, I need a favor. I’m escorting a client.” I jerked my head toward Jack. “He won big last night. It’s in the car and we have a tail. Mind holding them up?”

“What am I looking for?”

“Silver G wagon.”

“No problem. Go through.”

“Thanks, Chuck. You’re the best.”

I rolled up my window and turned to Jack.

“Pull around the cars and go into the parking garage.”

Jack followed my instructions, his posture relaxing a bit.

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