“Ready?” Quint asked, three days after the meeting at Trev’s apartment. He checked one more time to make certain the receiver was working.
“Yep,” Lou replied, fingering the buckle on his belt. “You do know this is only the first step. Carter isn’t going to drag me off to his office and offer me a painting in exchange for my throwing a few cases or a truckload of counterfeit Oxy or Xanax his way.”
“No s**t. I’ll be with you every step of the way today.”
“And leave me on my own after that?”
“If he takes the bait. You know once he does, they’ll be scanning you for bugs.”
“Me and the product.”
“Okay, we’re here,” Quint said, as he brought the cab to a stop outside Ultra Ideas, Carter’s ad agency on South Broadway. “Be careful.”
“Always am, but right now there’s nothing I need to be care
