Chapter 4
Flynn
The place is twice as crowded as when I was here last week. The same woman is bartending, no sign of Lucky anywhere. It’s not hard to find Dylan once I’m finally inside—he’s got an entourage the size of his ego.
“What’s up, Foreplay?” Dylan shakes my hand. He motions to the men around him, some of whom I recognize from Easy Ryder. “Guys…this is Flynn Beckham from In Like Flynn. His band is going to replace Resin for the second half of the tour. Get the audience all worked up so we can slide in and finish the job.”
I smile, even though everything about this guy rubs me the wrong way.
“You want a beer, Flynn?” Avery yells from behind the bar with a warm smile.
“Absolutely.”
“Guinness?”
“Sure.”
“You’ve been here before?” Dylan asks.
“Last week. I was already here whe
