8
Vivian, The Fight Club
Wayne held my elbow and escorted me inside the parking garage to the cordoned-off area Snook used for his illegal fight club. Which was stupid. We had a perfectly good, quiet ambulance parked in the usual space.
“Let me go. This is ridiculous. I agreed to be here, not to sit inside and watch these idiots maul one another.”
Wayne shrugged. “Humor me. It’s not safe outside. Too much trouble brewing in the neighborhood.”
I stopped yanking on my arm and allowed my old friend to walk me to a secluded area nestled between both an exit and two of Snook’s fully armed security team. “I’d rather be in the rig.”
“Me too, but I got a bad feeling about tonight. Word is there have been some really odd things happening around here in the wee hours. And besides, Snook’s less
