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Devil
A couple more days passed without me able to find any connection to the Russian mafia, the s*x slave operation we assumed they ran, and Martínez. All remained quiet on the Vegas front as well, Ryker reported, but an underlying unease we all agreed upon lingered.
I needed to find the connections without stirring up dust that would leave footprints back to the Vipers, and I’d never met such a challenge. When needing breaks, I checked in on the shop’s camera, watching Dasia work for a few minutes. I’d hooked up her phone and car with tracking devices, and she told me she felt much safer.
Ryker began allowing her to drive to karate alone again, but he didn’t know I trailed at a distance anyhow. Jack didn’t so much as look in her direction whenever they showed up at the dojo at the
