He sat in the booth again, picked up his whisky. He was running low, and he decided to get one more before they left to go report in to Trigger.
Don returned now, looking smug. He sat across from Lizard, threw back his drink. “We’ve got her.”
“f**k, yeah.” Lizard leaned forward. “Which room?”
“Two. She used a key and I got a good look in before she shut the door. Clothes and makeup and s**t everywhere. She’s definitely moved in here.”
“Goddamn.” An ugly grin split his face in two. “Trigger’s gonna owe us so damn big for this.”
“Sure is.”
They fell silent as Gabi came back now, carrying a broom and dust pan. She started to sweep up the glass carefully, really focused on getting every little piece. The big blond guy holding a towel to his back watched her every move, looked at her like
