“How the hell did you manage to take that pile of s**t down and then get him out of the club without anyone realizing what was going on?” Tripp asked angrily when he arrived in the apartment above the club and saw the gunman tied to the bedroom radiator.
“Luck,” Galvez told him. “And loud music to cover the noise when he shot and we dealt with him.”
Dirk nodded, adding, “Definitely luck that no one needed to use the restroom while we were in there. Either that or they tried the door, it wouldn’t open, and they figured it was locked. If so, they weren’t as persistent as Maverick. Now the question is, what to do with that.” He pointed to their prisoner, who was still unconscious.
Galvez smiled maliciously. “I say we set him up to look like the thief. That is if we’re ready to tackle this
