And fast.
As they reached the table, they saw Rodrigo talking to the men who were likely also mob men. It appeared he was trying to reassure them that what they might have overheard was nothing.
But was it?
That was the question.
When they sat, Corbin was to the point.
“I talked to our waitress as I ordered drinks and food for us. Rodrigo left around one, but he sent a car to get her at five. They don’t know if he was in it or not,” he admitted. “So I don’t know if that helps you out.”
It didn’t.
But this whole thing was a clusterfuck of bullshit.
“Thank you, Corbin,” he said, getting a text message from Greyson.
‘Call me. I have something. It’s important. Do it privately! And quickly!’
Knowing Greyson was researching for them, he showed Ethan his phone.
“I’m going to go take a call. I’ll be right back. Maybe Greyson found something,” he offered.
Ethan hoped so.
They needed it.
“Want me to come with you?” he asked, willing to join him.
The man leaned over and kissed his mate on the mouth.
“You just want to hang out in the men’s room with me again,” he whispered in his ear.
That made Ethan laugh.
“You found me out, my love,” he said, winking at him. “Old habits die hard,” he joked.
If Gene wasn’t cursed, they’d be enjoying all kinds of dirty habits.
But here he was.
Playing games.
Getting up, he kicked back some of his drink that was sitting on the table, and headed toward any place where he could get some quiet so he could hear.
The spooky music was loud, and he wanted to hear Greyson.
Inside the bathroom, it was full of patrons, and that wasn’t going to work. It looked as if he had to take this outside.
At the back door to the club, he headed out, and found himself near a loading dock.
This was as good as any place to make a call.
Pulling out his phone, he hoped and prayed that the man found something.
ANYTHING.
Because this case was one big circle jerk.
