If the scene with Velma and the revelation about Gracie weren’t enough, Mickey was gloomily standing guard in the hallway, his ears ringing from too much aspirin when Captain Pryce arrived.
“Where’s my—Luci?”
Mickey pointed toward the dining room where Delaney had met his Waterloo, before going off to talk to Gracie and see for himself. “They’re working on the party preparations.” He rubbed his face. “It’s going to be a security nightmare, sir. They seem to just randomly invite people. No way to check them out before. And the mayor might be coming!”
“I told you they were connected,” Pryce said. “The Chief’s got his invite, too, but that’s not your biggest problem. You’re being watched.”
“What? Who? Where?” He edged back the lace curtains and spotted the dark car. “Dante’s guys?”
“I’m
