Chapter 8When Richard arrived at the club at six-thirty-five, Mick was talking to one of the bartenders and Shorty was chatting up a couple of customers at one of the banquettes. Crossing to the bar, Richard tapped Mick’s shoulder to let him know he was there.
“I’ll meet you in your office,” he said when he had Mick’s attention.
“Give me five,” Mick replied before returning to his conversation with the bartender.
Shorty must have seen him, because he was right behind Richard when he entered the office. “Any trouble on your way over?” he asked.
“Nope. Somehow I don’t think our man would attack me in broad daylight, if that’s what he’s got in mind.”
“He wants the money,” Shorty said. “Or, more to the point, we think Celeste does.”
“Are you shitting me?”
Shorty told him about the phone
