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I pulled on my Kevlar vest and slipped my Ruger and Rossi into their respective holsters. The two of us climbed onto Shea’s bike and took off down the road. Byrd followed in his car.
My mind marinated over how to convince Yuri to let Ciara go. I hoped telling him that the Jaguars had murdered Scarlett would give him someone else to direct his anger at. I wasn’t sure it would work, but we were low on alternatives.
It was just shy of two when we pulled into the Niko's parking lot. The restaurant had remained vacant for a couple of years. The surrounding strip mall had similarly suffered from urban blight. Weeds grew through cracks in the parking lot. Signs for the stores had either been blacked out or flipped backward.
A black Lincoln Town Car sat by the restaurant’s back door.
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