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Luther sat, waiting. It had been about fifteen minutes, so he was due…
“How much longer are we gonna sit here?” Adam asked.
Luther looked at his watch. Right on cue. “As long as it takes. Which means until the next shift of bouncers shows up. Which should be any minute.”
Which was, in fact, a complete fabrication. Luther had no idea when they’d switch over, but it sounded reasonable. They’d been sitting across the street from Foxy’s, a dive bar with scantily dressed waitstaff, for going on three hours. Time enough for it to have gone dark on them, and time enough to freeze their asses off. One of Danny’s associates worked there as a bouncer, but hadn’t shown yet.
“What makes you think Danny’ll get in contact with this guy?” Adam asked.
Because I need him to, Luther thought. Out lo
