CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It was surprising how quickly Risqué could be put back together. After Dax’s fight, people quickly gathered their money and dispersed. By their practiced actions, he could tell they were an elite, almost close-knit group of people. Each one got admitted by invitation because they’d proved themselves or been vouched for by someone. This wasn’t your standard fight club; this was premium pay-per-view.
They didn’t leave in droves. Another clue they knew what they were doing. They staggered their exits, not making it obvious to any onlookers that something was breaking up. Since vehicles weren’t allowed to park outside, there was little indication from an external point of view that the hundred or so people had been in Risqué.
The fighters left after their fights, so by the
