Considering she still had her shirt hiked up to beneath her breast, I could only assume she’d used her sex appeal to distract them.
“Now what?”
I started the car and pulled out onto the road. “Now we visit thefriend.”
She untied her T-shirt, returning it to its original state. “What did you get out of the car?”
I glanced her way and weighed my options. I could tell her outright and see her reaction or attempt to keep it discreet until we got to the friend’s house.
“It was drugs, wasn’t it?”
Looked as though I didn’t need discretion after all. “Yeah.”
“Do you do this a lot? Break into impound lots and help someone get their drugs back?”
“I’m destroying the drugs,” I informed her.
“Oh.”
“The point wasn’t to help him get high,” I explained as the navigation directed me where to go.
“It was to protect Rich,” she said softly. “He’d go down for it if the cops found drugs in the car.”
“He just finished a stint in rehab.”
“I heard something about that.” Laikyn drummed her fingers on the center console. “So why’s he hanging around a guy who still does them?”
“Not my concern.”
She turned toward me. “It should be, though, right? I mean, you’re the clean-up guy. If he wasn’t hanging out with the druggie, you wouldn’t be slinking around impounds to steal drugs in the middle of the night.”
“I do what they pay me to do.”
Laikyn nodded. “I guess there are worse ways to make money. Is Rich Mulvayne a repeat client?”
“He keeps me on retainer.”
She laughed, and the rich sound filled the car. “That makes sense. Do you have a lot of those kinds of clients?”
“Yes.”
The navigation informed me that we’d reached the destination. I pulled into a gated apartment complex and typed in the code Mulvayne had given me. It took a few minutes to wind my way through to the building at the back.
“Can I go in with you?” Laikyn asked before I could tell her she should stay in the car.
I stared at her. I would prefer she didn’t, but I felt bad telling her that, considering she’d already helped and she looked so eager to do more.
“Please,” she whispered with a sexy smirk. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
I huffed a laugh. “Fine. But don’t talk.”
She mimed zipping her lips before hopping out of the car. I led the way up to the second-floor apartment, knocked on the door, and waited.
The door opened, and a dark-haired kid answered. I realized then that this wasn’t the same guy as the last time I’d bailed Mulvayne out of a hole. This one was a few years younger. Twenty-one, maybe twenty-two.
“Rory?” Laikyn said from beside me.
The kid’s eyebrows slammed down, his forehead creasing with confusion. “Laikyn?”
