Specter nods, but I can tell from the tick in his jaw that he doesn’t like my answer. He throws down a few twenties and winks at me before he strides for the door, his trench catching a breeze from his quick steps.
Once he’s gone, I exhale and get to my feet. I’ll probably get some sympathy tips tonight, so I better step it up, put on a pretty smile, and get my money.
Just another night in the life of a dancer.
CHAPTER 5
Specter
Back in my car,I pull my phone from my pocket and dial Whisper. He’ll be able to help.
“What’s up, Specter.”
“I need a license plate looked up.”
“Good timing. I’m at my computer right now. Whatcha got?”
“AG4-948. Name and address will do.”
“Give me a few minutes. I’ll call you back.”
“Thanks.” I sit back in my seat, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. It usually doesn’t take Whisper long to find a name, so I sit tight, thinking about what I’ll do when I find the bastard.
Gus told me he put up some resistance, but once he heard the cops were being called, he took off. I’ve dealt with my share of unstable people before, and I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to let one of them get close to Cashmere.
As expected, my phone buzzes a few minutes later and Whisper’s name appears on the screen.
I answer with a “Hey.”
“Christopher Browning,” Whisper says. “410 Watters Street in Crestvale.”
“Isn’t that a pretty nice neighborhood?”
“One of the nicest. What’s going on?”
“Dude got out of hand and is showing some dangerous behaviors.”
“Where?”
“Segreto.”
“I see. What’s your plan? Do you need backup?”
“No thanks. He’s a middle-aged loser. I got it. Gonna make him question all his life choices.”
Whisper chuckles. “Sucks to be that dude.”
“It sure does. I’ll be home after that. How’s Shadow today?”
“Normal.”
“And the new guy?”
“Hanging with Ghost. The boyfriend is still here. Apparently Shadow said he could stay until Sunday. He’s a goddamn senator’s son.”
“Huh. That’s a weird couple.”
“Putting it mildly. Stay safe. See you when you get back.”
