“I don’t know.”

“The place?” Bailey mentioned, reaching throughout the bar to seize the bartender by the shirt and pull him shut. “The place, goddamn it, the place?”

“I don’t know!” the bartender mentioned. “He left.”

Bailey’s toes began transferring towards the door in a rush, the bartender forgotten. By the point he blasted by means of the doorand out onto the road, he was feeling a tiny bit extra sober. Issues didn’t really feel fairly so random and mysterious and spooky.

Harris. It needed to be Harris fucking with him for some cause. No one else knew concerning the Cayman account.

He had no thought why Harris would out of the blue resolve to play head video games with him, however he supposed to seek out out. Chase the previous bastard down and beat the goddamn cause out of him.

A glance to the left down the road, a glance to the fitting. Nothing. No one. It was late at evening and there was no person on this aspect of the road or the opposite for no less than two blocks.

“Hey, man,” a voice mentioned behind him.

“Fuck!” Bailey shouted, truly clutching at his chest, he was so startled. “What the fuck, man?”

“Aw, sorry, buddy, I didn’t imply to scare you want that,” the voice mentioned, deep within the shadows of a close-by alley. It was low and quiet and sounded nearly as scared as him.

Bailey noticed a pair of legs protruding of that alley, sporting filthy denims filled with holes worn by lengthy years. A homeless man, panhandler, most likely, mendacity within the relative shelter of the alleyway.

“Are you able to spare a greenback for me?” the darkish alleyway voice mentioned.

“Man, piss off,” Bailey mentioned, waving off the panhandler. “Fuckin’ loser.”

He appeared up and down the road once more, ideas racing. Harris, needed to be. Proper? Possibly not. Possibly. No, needed to be.

His head was nonetheless wobbly from the booze. He needed to pull it collectively, suppose straight. Constructive ID. That’s what he wanted. A constructive ID. Make certain of what he was coping with.

Cameras. Within the membership. Safety cameras, he might return in, demand that the supervisor present him the footage and see who had are available in and purchased that beer for him.

He began feeling higher. He had a plan now, a path ahead. This was his city. No one might screw with him like this. Harris was about to study. He’d get a constructive ID of that previous bastard of a ate up the strip membership’s safety digicam, after which he might confront the son of a bitch.

Whereas he was misplaced in his ideas, a automobile drove previous, and voice from inside it shouted out, “Hey, yo, Bailey!”

By the point he reacted, the automobile was properly previous, however he’d been a cop lengthy sufficient to test the license plate by reflex. Earlier than he might neglect it, he tapped it out within the Notes app on his telephone.

“Obtained you now, motherf…” he started, after which his telephone rang once more.

A startled yelp of shock, which he cursed himself for, after which he answered it. It was the identical quantity as had known as him earlier than.

“Do you might have any thought who you’re fucking with?” he shouted on the telephone.

“I do know precisely who I’m fucking with,” the feminine voice mentioned. “Ryan Edward Bailey. Badge quantity 73611. Proud proprietor of a not so secret account within the Cayman Islands. How briskly does thirty grand spend, Officer Bailey?”

“Oh, so humorous. So scary. Good attempt, bitch. You inform Harris he can shove this cloak and dagger shit up his ass. You hear me?”

“I hear you simply high quality. Who’s Harris?”

“Oh, who’s Harris. Very intelligent. Dumb bitch. I do know it’s him. No one else is aware of about that account, dummy. He’s the one who set it up for me.”

“Harris did?”

Bailey sneered at his telephone, as if the caller might see it. “You understand, I don’t know who you’re, or how you understand Harris, however you inform him that FBI brokers ain’t the one ones with juice. You hear me? These are my goddamn streets.”

“Is that so?”

“And after I’m completed with him, I’m gonna come for the… for the… going to come back for you.”

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