I stood up to leave but that man Juca called me back.
“You’re not just going to leave that there, are you?” His eyes rolled swiftly to the table. “We don’t touch those. That’s not how we do things.”
I was unsure what he meant until he pushed the black briefcase under the table. It’s volume marked the table cloth. I was to take it.
I picked it up.
“We are parked in B12. I’ll be expecting the other 6 like those from you boss within the week. Make sure he understands.”
The valet handed me the keycard to my good car.
“That yours?” he asked.
“Tonight,” I said.
He grinned. “Must be nice.”
“It’s work,” I said.
I drove around the parking lot and found B12. It was a black SUV. Looked heavy. Looked menacing. The rear door opened. A hand reached out. I didn’t see a face. I lifted the case.
