by Myra Scott
“Don’t know for sure,” I said, stroking my beard, “but if those three are working together and are stubborn enough to chase down a blackjack dealer in the casino garage, then they’re bad news. It wouldn’t surprise me for a second if the two are connected.”
“I agree,” Mick said firmly, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands in his lap. “Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. People like this usually have hands in more rackets than one.”
“If they got their asses handed to them by Gage, they might be hard to find by now,” I said. “Not that I’m blaming you, Gage—you let them off easier than I would have, if I’d gotten my hands on ‘em.”
Gage smirked, but Zane looked thoughtful.
I took screenshots of the scenes from as many angles as I could and put them together in a folder on a single thumb drive. “Well,” I said, “I’ve got him from every angle I can find here, along with his two buddies.”
“What happens now?” Zane asked. “We can’t just match a face to an account at the hotel, if they even have one.”
“Now,” I said, “I’m going to pass these photos on to the rest of my staff to see if anyone recognizes them or has seen them in any other footage. It’ll mean paying a few people overtime, but I don’t want this getting out of hand—I’m going to handle it or die trying. Ain’t no ‘barely legal’ prostitution rings opening up on my watch.”
“Anything you need from any of us?” Mick asked.
“I’ll keep you posted,” I said. “But in the meantime, let’s be happy we have a lead in the first place. It’s not much, but with a little luck, it’s a thread I can follow through to something good.”
“I appreciate your attention to detail, Bart,” Zane said. “If something comes up that you think needs our attention, I’ll trust your judgment entirely. You have our support.”
“Glad to hear it,” I said. “What was it we said when we finally got the staffing shit sorted out and the security system changed? We were gonna see how the Sentry runs at full capacity? Well boys,” I said, cracking my knuckles and sticking the thumb drive in my pocket, “now, you’re gonna see what your security staff does at full capacity.”
“Just don’t kill anyone,” Zane said, grinning. I shot one right back at him with a dark chuckle.
“If this pimp is as bad as he sounds? No promises.”
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Up next is Bart and Nico’s story in The Protector, the final installment in the Sin City Sentries series. Nico’s gotten himself into a dangerous mess he may never escape. But gruff bad boy Bart is having none of that, not on his watch.
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Myra
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Calling the Shots
Blown Away
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Sin City Sentries series:
The Charmer – Book One
The Perfectionist – Book Two
The Hothead – Book Three
The Protector – Book Four
