“Heads up,” Arslan warns, reaching into his waistband for agun.
I pop open a compartment in the door and retrieve my ownweapon.
“Three cars, six men,” he counts, all playfulness gone from hisface. “They blocked us in because… f**k, I should have beenpaying attention.”
“No one would be stupid enough to take us out here,” I tellhim. “There are cameras everywhere.”
“I have my suspicions.” I grab the handle and gesture for himto fall in line. “Follow my lead.”
I step out of the car, but the row of angry men surrounding ourcar doesn’t move. I expected nothing less.
“Where is he?” I snarl.
Arslan is tense at my side, poised to dive in front of me if heneeds to. It wouldn’t be the first time.
The suited men shift slightly and the car door behind t
