Harding wanted a drink more than he wanted a girl. He couldn’t have either. Not tonight. He needed to keep his wits about him. Couldn’t afford to let his guard down now, or Stern would take him out. He wasn’t going to win this one. No one screwed his pooch and got away with it.
He rubbed his aching head, realized his hand was shaking. He was used to telling others what to do and having them do it. He was a leader, a director of events, not some stupid peon. Stern was already suspicious. He’d seen it in his eyes when they ran into each other outside the building.
“Any action?” Stern had asked.
Harding had shrugged, all the while wanting to leap on the man and pound his face to a bloody pulp. Only no one pounded Stern, not without immobilizing him first. He’d have to take him out quick. S
