After getting off the phone, Tuck considered London’s suggestion. It would make things easier if he came into town from a position of power. Yes, they’d done a search on him, but Giz had filtered what they’d found, so they didn’t have too much information about who or what he was.
Tuck stood and went to the mirror. Staring at his reflection, he tried to see himself as a stranger, or virtual stranger, might. If he showed up looking like this, like he did every day, they would likely take him as a thug and treat him accordingly. He could play the role of a thug, and did often, but was that what he wanted here? Was that the best course for this situation? He wasn’t convinced.
He could go in, do his every day, president of the club thing and see how that went over or he could pick up a dress
