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That was the B-Squad They protected their own, even if the person in question had only recently joined their ranks

Isaac turned onto the road leading to the Devil's Dip Gyround secured parking garage, Taz's boxing gym on the main floor, and apartments forelse I need to know?"

"Tons" Marko didn't elaborate

Good thing Isaac didn't expect him to "Good talk, Mr Chatty"

"Fuck you" The line went dead

"I've never heard Marko talk that much and I see him almost every day," Tamara said

Isaac winked at her "He likes me"

He pulled to a stop next to the keypad that would open the Devil's Dip Gyainst the fingerprint scanner After a short beep, the garage door rolled up Inside it was like a car fanatics' wet dreah-end, tricked-out vehicle on the market—or about to enter it—the men and women of the B-Squad had it It wasn't a cherry custom paint job or the enviable chrome work that identified what had to be Tahtly dented ordinariness of it

"A Camry?"

She shrugged "I paid for it in cash and it gets the job done"

Taking in her designer dress that had a feell-repaired frays, he figured the past few months had been the first ti that just 'got the job done' He parked behind it, blocking her car in, then put his hand down on her seatbelt latch and covered it so she couldn't unbuckle

He'd sit here all night like this if he had to but there was no way he could let her go back to that house until Wolczyk had reener cases The fact that Fane had called in a local, and not a very good one, as opposed to sending his ownEssie or Ta shot

"You can't go hoht If Wolczyk found you at the party, he could still show up at your house"

The stubborn tilt of her jaw said she wanted to argue and he braced himself

"Fine," she said, obviously not happy about it "I'll stay here"