Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 664

"Okay." I hitched my bag higher. "I'll manage."

He pointed at the door, and the gesture said everything his mouth didn't bother with.

I walked out.

Only when his lock clicked shut behind me did I pull a full breath into my lungs. I hurried through the club, out into the evening air, and there, gloriously, a taxi cruised past the entrance with Daniel behind the wheel.

I lifted my arm and flagged him down with the bored urgency of any woman leaving a club, and he pulled over like a stranger doing his job.

The door shut, and the club shrank in the mirror.

"Please take me to the fitness center," I told him. "My bodyguard's waiting out front, and if he sees this cab, questions follow."

The car pulled away, and Daniel glanced at me. "So? How did it go?"

"He wouldn't hand over his phone." I slumped into the seat. "I asked to borrow it, told him my battery died, and he told me his died too. While it was sitting in his pocket with the screen lights on. He lied straight to my face, and I had to swallow it and walk out."

Daniel exhaled through his nose. "You did good. Don't spiral over it. My men will keep watching the club. If he sleeps, if he drinks, if he puts that phone down for two minutes, we'll know. This was always going to take more than one try."

He held out his hand, palm up, and I dropped the chip into it.

"Better if I hold on to this for now. If he searches you tomorrow and finds it, the whole operation burns. Next time we meet, it's yours again."

"Fine."

"And Tasha." His eyes found mine in the mirror. "Not a word to Sparrow. Not until I've secured the location of that bomb. The moment Sparrow learns where Big Bryan is, he won't hesitate, he'll kill him on sight. And dead men don't give up addresses. Bryan is our only thread to Sama Jackson and those bombs. Lose him, and we lose everything."

"I understand." And I did, truly.

He pulled up behind the fitness center, between two dumpsters that smelled like the whole building's leftovers, and dug out his phone.

"Give me your number." I recited it, and he repeated it back.

"I'll keep you updated," he told me. "Anything changes, you'll hear from me. Now go. And Tasha? Well done today."

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