A pretty blonde with long curls approaches. “Hey, handsome. What can I get you?”
“Give the lady anything she wants. Who’s managing tonight?”
Her eyes hit my cut. “Walt is on tonight.”
“He in the office?”
“Should be.”
I turn to Maggie. “Stay put. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
She doesn’t look happy, but she nods, and the bartender lays a cocktail napkin down on the bar in front of her.
“What can I get you, sweetie?”
I walk through the club. A dancer is on stage doing her act, and several more are working the crowd for lap dances. I head down the side hallway and tap on the door marked office.
“Who is it?” a voice barks.
“The club,” I reply.
The door flings open, and a middle-aged bald man with dark-rimmed glasses gives me the once over. He doesn’t look pleased it’s me.
“Who’re you? I was expecting Rock.”
“I was closest. I’m sure he’s on his way.”
He hustles his round body to his chair and drops into it. “Fat lot you can do. They’re gone already. Thank Christ no one was hurt.” He glares at me. “This isn’t the first time. When’s the club going to find these guys?”
I ignore his bullshit whining and lean two fists on the desk. “Rock’s gonna want to see the security footage when he gets here. You got it pulled up?”
“Yeah. It doesn’t show much.” He turns his laptop toward me. “See for yourself.”
I watch a replay as two dark bikes pull in. Tiny was right; they look like Kawasaki Ninja 500s. One guy pulls what looks like an Uzi and shoots up the building, and they race out.
“You got a different angle?” I ask.
“Sure, but it doesn’t show any more than this one.”
“Let me see it.”
He pulls it up.
From this angle, I watch Tiny dive behind the pickup truck. The taillight explodes and sparks fly when the bullets hit the brick wall.
“See what I mean?” Walt insists. “Nothing.”
The door flings open, and Rock and Darko stalk in with Utah and Baja behind them. The room is crowded with leather cuts, and I step back.
Rock’s eyes hit the laptop screen as the video replays and the two motorcycles roll through.
I slip out of the room.
Baja and Utah are in the doorway.
“I’m gonna check on Maggie. I left her at the bar,” I say.
Utah nods and steps farther into the office.
