Chapter 22
“I’d say it’s a very popular club,” Maverick commented as he and Dirk stood in line, waiting to get into Scrapple. Tripp and Fey were also in line, several people behind them, and Galvez had entered a few minutes earlier. Going in as a group, Dirk had decided, would not be their wisest move. “No reason to let anyone know we know each other, just in case. We can talk together later, when it seems natural to discuss the music or what have you the way people do in a venue like this.”
“In other words, I can make a play for Fey,” Galvez said, winking at her—and Tripp.
“You can try, but she’s with me, so…” Tripp told him with a fairly obvious attempt not to laugh.
Dirk chuckled. “As long as it doesn’t come to fisticuffs, go for it.”
“Finally,” Maverick said now, when he and Dirk
