Grisham“Report,” I grunt at Dexter, who’s popped in on his way out to his shift at the garage where he fixes cars.
“Blazing Pistons scouted last night,” he says. “Nothing major. Three of our guys spotted them a mile away and chased them off, but I’ve got a feeling they’ll be back.”
“I’m sure they will,” I say, not looking up from the newspaper I’m reading. “We need to have a full deck for the next few days. Nobody gets time off, full-guard rotations, loaded weapons. What else?”
“There’s a deal going down this afternoon at Nelson and Pike,” he says.
“Why Nelson and Pike?” I ask. “This is with the Oberov family?”
He shrugs a skinny shoulder. “I don’t know why that location, but yes.”
“Seems risky. That’s very near Blazing Pistons’ territory. Anything else?”
“Spree is leading the team,
