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I used the time to apply a little makeup and pull on a lacy black blouse I kept in a bag in the back of my SUV for situations where I preferred a stealthy ambush over my usual badass approach. If I was going to take down the Beast, I was going to have to get close before I pounced.
Ten minutes after nine, Peyton turned off the interior lights, locked up the liquor store, and shuffled to a burgundy Honda Accord.
I trailed him as he drove, keeping at least two or three cars between us. I didn’t need him getting suspicious, and since I knew where he was going, I wasn’t afraid of losing him.
When I reached Vybe’s half-empty parking lot, Peyton was approaching the club’s front door. After parking the Gray Ghost, I tucked my revolver into a concealment holster at the small of my back and
