“Agreed, but how?” Even though my gut stays quiet, every one of my senses is on high alert. I hate how exposed we are.
“Do you have any idea what the blackmailer has on him?” Lucky puts a finger to his earpiece, no doubt listening to Slate on the other end while I remember Thanksgiving and grimace.
“I assumed it was his daughter.”Hell if I didn’t try to warn him.
Grayson sighs. “I’m going to tell Joe if he doesn’t go public, I will.”
“That’s a fuckin’ shame, mate. A lot of guys are going to miss the extra income.” Lucky shakes his head but Grayson smiles grimly.
“DC has a short memory. I’ll do some PR and donate money to a few super PACs. Soon, we’ll be back in business.”
Lucky leans against the building by the door as a group of millennials walk by, shopping bags full. “Did you get any further finding the Chinese wonk-ahs who kidnapped Jack’s pretty sheila?”
Grayson frowns. “We think they belong to a gang specializing in designer street drugs.”
This blows my mind. “When were you going to tell me?”
“As soon as I could connect all the dots.” He glares with his hands in the pockets of his long wool coat.”
“So, what about Philip? How the hell does he fit in?”
“Hell if I know. The Feds think Blake made him up. Some kind of guilt trip. She couldn’t shoot someone to save herself so invented someone else worthier.”
“That’s about the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Lucky says before I can spit it out.
Grayson nods. “Well, itisthe government.”
