Pineapple Disco by Amy Vansant

Author:Amy Vansant [Vansant, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781718850842
Published: 2018-05-29T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Charlotte and Declan explored the few offshoot rooms of the disco, searching for weaknesses. Because the building had once served as a shipping warehouse, there were blessedly few points of entry to secure. The structure was built like a giant shoebox.

“We’re getting lucky with the windows and doors here, Rambo,” said Charlotte as she peered into a closet.

“Don’t start that,” said Declan.

“You prefer Mr. Bond?”

Declan tried to flash her a disapproving stare but a smile split his stony expression. “I should know better than to tell you anything.”

Charlotte giggled and glanced into Jackie’s tiny office. It wasn’t difficult, with the door exploded on the ground at her feet. Nerves danced in her stomach. Not only were they under attack, but now she dreaded discovering more about Declan’s past with The Honey Badgers. She knew her teasing and nervous laughter would only distract her from the gravity of the situation for so long.

Office clear, she returned to the main room. As she passed the desk, the strange piece of paper Jackie had found in her parking lot caught her eye. A menagerie of meaningless squares scribbled on it, but...now something about the shapes’ configuration felt more familiar than it had upon first inspection.

Charlotte stared at the drawing. What is it? Something about this grid—

She sucked in a breath.

It isn’t a grid. It’s rooms.

No wonder the shapes felt more familiar. The boxes represented the rooms she’d been searching for the last ten minutes. Having explored the club, it became obvious the paper was a rough map of the disco. She recognized the smaller boxes representing the bathrooms, the large one for the dance floor...

The remaining confusing bit was a skinny strip that led away from the building constructed by two dashed lines. A road? Maybe they were planning to build a road to the disco. Maybe to use it as a drug warehouse.

That would make sense. The property was in the middle of nowhere, where the occupants wouldn’t have to worry about too many prying eyes.

The road led to another box. Maybe their current warehouse?

That second box had another offshoot that led nowhere.

Maybe the lines didn’t mean anything.

There wasn’t time to speculate on the mapping skills of drug dealers. Charlotte folded the paper into a tight square and stuffed it in her pocket. She wasn’t sure why, but it seemed important. Maybe tomorrow—if she lived until tomorrow—she could give it additional thought.

Maybe the men outside wanted the map? She could toss it out the door and they would go away. That would be good. Though the drawing seemed too crude and easy to reproduce for that to be true.

Turning to leave, she ran directly into Declan’s broad chest and bounced back. He caught her before she could fall.

“Watch it there, Bumble,” he said, using a nickname he’d once labeled her after watching her trip no less than five times in one day.

She blushed, embarrassed. “Hey—I was on my way. I realized—”

Seamus appeared behind Declan and moved to a bank of three small televisions.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.