CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“You stay right there,” Sawyer said, peering into the back of the vehicle.
Carter glared. “I’m handcuffed man. You think I have a choice?”
Sawyer shut the door, locked it. He glanced across the roof towards were Ilse was waiting.
“The place is loud,” Sawyer said, wrinkling his nose.
Ilse shook her head, glancing towards the neon sign flashing pink and blue. Whispers. Giant, bold letters with light bulbs flashed around the name.
From within the club, they could hear the sound of music blaring, the tinted windows rattling, and occasionally, Ilse thought she glimpsed shapes bump against the glass.
A large man, with an even larger door behind him, glared towards the two of them. The man had a neck the size of a small tree trunk, and his arms matched.
Sawyer muttered, “
