I snorted. “I don’t think they’re dogs. Okay, I could be malicious and say there are a couple of older women that are real dogs.”
“Lucas, be nice,” Axel said, swatting my arm. “They’re our bread-and-butter.”
“If I’m correct in whom you mean, Lucas, one of the women, that one in the too-tight navy gown, is the wife of a man you should check out.” Dina nodded surreptitiously toward a couple seated across the room from us.
“That’s the mayor.” I looked at her in surprise. “He was supposed to be a drawing card, not a target.”
“Then you’ve killed two birds with one stone,” she replied with a smile. “From what I picked out of his mind, he’s got his fingers in a few pies he’d rather the good people of the city not find out about.”
“That’s three clichés in a row, Dina,” Axel said, chuckling.
