Chapter 17He lay under the cover of darkness in the midst of a wild tangle of grass and overgrown shrubs that had swallowed up the open area of land just south of the strip bar. His eyes were glued to the spectacle playing out before him near the entrance of the building. The large individual, whom he’d first met through a pair of binoculars from the yacht, had tossed a couple of grown men to the ground like rag dolls and now had a gun trained on them. He couldn’t make out what the brute was angrily demanding of them, but he was sure it had to be about the girl—the stripper.
Up until that night, Martin Schofield had never stepped foot inside Sunshine’s. He’d only driven Albano and Blake there a couple of times and hung out in the car while they inspected the package. No one would have rec
