“Fuck,” Tundra muttered.
Beast started to speak, but stopped and turned toward the approaching sound of thumping bass. An older model Porsche Cayenne pulled into the lot and as it rolled under the street lamps, I saw it was lime green.
“Speak of the devil,” Beast said.
I grinned. “It’s better to be lucky than good sometimes.”
Beast nodded. “Don’t get cocky. Let’s leave the bikes, it isn’t ideal, but we’ll draw instant attention otherwise.”
We took off at a jog in the same direction as the SUV. At a breezeway between two buildings, Tundra gave a hand signal that he was going to split away from me and Beast. For some reason, Beast picked up the pace and we rounded the corner.
Bass notes filled the air, reverberating against my body. Tobias had parked but hadn’t left his vehicle.
“I don’t miss apartment living. I fuckin’ hated assholes who sat like that making everyone listen to their music,” Beast muttered.
I didn’t point out that our bikes did the same thing when we had our radios on during a ride and we came to a stop.
From the other side of the building, Tundra wandered out toward the SUV.
“What’s he doing?” I whispered.
“Don’t worry,” Beast said.
Tundra strode across the parking lot, holding his keys out like he owned a car parked beyond the SUV. Then he doubled back the way he came as though he’d forgotten something.
Moments later, Beast’s cell chimed with a notification. He pulled his phone from his hip, glanced at the screen, and tucked it away. “He’s alone. Let’s make an approach. You get in the passenger seat. I’m sliding in the back. Have your gun out.”
The music stopped, the engine shut down, and a tall lanky man with curly brown hair got out of the SUV. Before closing the car door, he blew out a huge plume of smoke.
Beast stood still. “Change in plan. We’ll rush him inside his place.”
We watched Tobias walk through the parking lot, casual and oblivious. We stalked down the sidewalk the moment he reached his door.
By the time he had opened the door, Tundra was at his side. “Hey, man. I’m your new neighbor. You know where I can get some weed?”
Tobias pulled an Airpod from his ear. “What did you say?”
From behind, Beast clapped him on his shoulder while shoving him forward. “Let’s go inside.”
“What the fuck?” Tobias yelled, while trying to shake Beast off.
“Don’t struggle or I’ll have to shoot you,” Beast muttered.
“That would harsh your mellow, man,” Tundra said, following them into the apartment and aiming his gun at Tobias.
“Who the hell are you assholes?”
I stepped inside the apartment, closed the door, and then moved in front of Tobias. “Do the Twenty-Sixers know you lifted a kilo of their product?”
The way he stared at me, he was scared. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I inched closer to him. “That’s not what Brantley said.”
He paused too long. “Who the hell is that?”
Out of nowhere, I punched him in his solar plexus. He wheezed out and his face went bright pink.
“Jesus, man. We need him to talk, not force him into a fuckin’ asthma attack or some shit,” Tundra said.
