Sean planted one foot forward and, with both hands, hurled his bat at the man. It cartwheeled through the air and connected just as the gun went off. The discharge sounded like a cheap firework, muffled by the piercing alarm still screaming like a banshee. The bouncer stumbled backwards, colliding with the customer wearing the black baseball cap who was fleeing toward the front door. The cap flew from the customer’s head upon impact, exposing red hair. Sean immediately recognized it as belonging to the man on Anthony Albano’s yacht he’d seen through binoculars.
The redhead spun toward Sean, his eyes wide and his mouth open, and then took off for the entrance again. Sean would have pursued him, but the bouncer was still armed, and Dusty was still in danger. Sean scanned the room and found
