Jack took the stairs at a gallop, following Fats Foley down into darkness. First person he saw was Monica, Mon, standing beside some Oriental lady in the basement. He could tell she was surprised to see him. Their eyes said everything there was to say, and then their attention shifted to Fats, still holding his gun in his hand.
“What’s it gonna be, ladies?”
“Jack?” That was Mon.
“What is this?” he asked her. “Where are we?”
“Randy’s hideout,” she said.
“And who’s that?” He didn’t recognize the Asian woman, but something told him she knew who he was.
sheheShe smiled at him and said, “I’m the one shot Ruby outside the club.”
“You?” Jack had trouble believing it.
“I vas chust following orders,” she said, putting on a German accent. “Nothing personal. And remember, I only shot her. I l
