“Are we going in?” Gregory asked.
“Should we call Spider?” Daughtrey wondered, looking over at Broderick.
“No, we’ll just watch and follow if they leave,” Broderick. said.
All three walked across the street and went inside as two men walked out, holding the door open. Broderick glanced around the bar and noticed its dark tables and booths alongside each other. The bar in the corner had pictures on the wall of famous people who frequented the place in the early years. It had been around for over twenty years. Daughtrey went to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey, staring at Sasha and Maksim from a barstool as they talked together with another man. They were surrounded by security; it would be impossible to get to her without causing a bigger problem for themselves. Broderick grabbed th
