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“What do you think?” asked Alexandra.
“I think this is more than just a cop hangout. I think something is going on here. I just don’t know what.”
The bartender walked over to the table with the three cops and set down three envelopes. He walked back to the bar, seeing two more men walk in. As they approached the bar, he rifled through a stack of envelopes and handed them each one.
“Payday,” murmured Nine. “It’s fucking payday.”
“Where the fuck are they getting the money and what is it for? What are they getting paid for?” asked Gaspar.
“In case you’re wondering. I placed a dozen listening devices in Erin’s bag. If you place them around the bar, I’ll know a helluva lot by tomorrow morning,” said Code.
“I love you, you geeky little bastard,” grinned Nine. “I’ll go to the head and plant a few along the way. Erin, I feel certain you need to use the ladies’ room as well.”
“In fact, I do,” she smiled.
“I’ll ask the bartender for some directions,” said Gaspar.
As they wandered around the bar, placing the pinhead devices in obscure locations, Alexandra scanned her phone for any messages from home. When a shadow fell over her phone, she took a deep breath and looked up at the man.
“You’re awful pretty to be with that big ugly bastard,” grinned the man.
“That big ugly bastard is my husband,” said Alexandra. “I’m with him because he’s amazing in bed.”
The man took a step back, staring at her while she went back to her phone. Then he came forward again.
“Nothing like being with a cop,” he said confidently.
“Sure there is. Being with a twenty-year veteran of the Army Rangers.” Alexandra just grinned at him, seeing Gaspar come up behind the man.
“Problem, babe?”
“Nope. Just explaining to this nice cop why I love you so much,” she laughed.
“Oh. Because I’m great in bed, right?”
“That’s it.” Nine and Erin returned, and the shocked cop was still standing there, looking at the tiny blonde woman.
“Something else you need, buddy?” asked Gaspar.
“Army Ranger, huh? You still active?” Gaspar wanted to laugh out loud. Active? He had grandsons who were active. He was old as fuck and felt it.
“No. Not active. As she said, retired.”
“And you?” he said, looking at Nine. He took note of the tattoos on his arms and could see the faint outline of the bottom of a trident.
“Retired. Navy SEAL,” he said, staring at the man.
“And you just decided to visit our little bar in the big old city of Atlanta, Georgia?” he asked.
“Is there any crime in that? We were told at our hotel that this is where we could get a great burger. I damn sure hope they’re right because I’m starving.”
“What are you folks doing in Atlanta?” asked another man, walking toward them.
“You know,” laughed Nine, “I’m getting the distinct impression that y’all don’t like tourists. We are just passing through, that’s all. We’ll eat our lunch and leave.”
“Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” said the second man. “As my friend said, we just don’t get a lot of visitors who aren’t law enforcement or former law enforcement.”
“We’ll make sure to steer our friends away from this place in the future.” Nine just glared at the two men who were at a loss for words. Nodding at the strangers, they moved away and back to their own tables.
