“Okay, guys, let's make a quick business call,” Clyde announced. Hoyt was sitting in the passenger seat next to
Clyde, and he was the last one out as the doors to the Explorer slammed all around him. Hoyt had barely gotten out of the car before Clyde flashed a badge at the goons. They started to balk and Alex yelled at them in Russian, shoving one of them so hard he nearly sent the other three sprawling before they took off.
Clyde barged through the reinforced front door, and Hoyt was the last one in as the screaming and yelling commenced. Kent had already drawn his .38 Smith and Wesson, and held out his hand as he stood to one side. There were five guys playing poker at a table towards the rear of the narrow, panel walled social club. The bartender protested but Alex was doing all the y
