Redemption Key by S.G. Redling

Author:S.G. Redling
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Suspense
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2014-06-10T05:00:00+00:00

Jinky’s, FL

10:10am, 96° F

She managed to get her grin mostly under control by the time the meeting started an hour later. Juan Wheeler had staked out the deck not long after Tucker had left, and Joaquin had joined him at some point when Dani had been packing ice into a cooler for the Australians. Mr. Randolph had finally looked at her when he got the message that the meeting was on.

“It’s about time.” He poured himself a vodka, resting back against the cash register so Dani and Peg could move around him. “If Vincente had pushed this meeting back one more time, there would have been hell to pay. Bermingham would show up shooting or Joaquin would explode from the heat. Is the room ready?”

“Yep,” Dani said, grabbing a bar bucket and filling it with ice. “I’ve put some bottles of Mexi-Coke in there for Juan. He wanted to get in and pick his seat. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“No, no, that’s good.” Mr. Randolph nodded. “Keep him happy. Make him feel like a big shot because I know he’s really raw about being disrespected by the Canadian. Ice the liquor, okay? This heat is making everyone edgy. This Bermingham is supposed to be bad news. I wish you didn’t have to be part of this.” Dani looked up when Mr. Randolph’s words faded. He stared at her for a moment and then shook his head, heading out from behind the bar. “Well, you know what to do, don’t you, Dani?”

It didn’t sound like a question.

She did know what to do. She’d watch Mr. Randolph cross the short end of the inlet to the cinder block unit and go into the room. Once he closed the door, she’d go back to the bar, gather her bucket, and stay out of sight until she heard the door slam once more. That meant Bermingham and his people were inside. New clients always wanted to come in unseen.

She’d wait a little longer, let her boss take control of the room and get everyone settled, then she would come in with ice and some better liquor in the bucket and let Mr. Randolph play gracious host. She’d take her cues from him, watching the participants in the meeting, avoiding Joaquin Wheeler’s thick hands, and if anyone on the Canadian’s side let any sort of information hang out of their pockets or on their phones, she’d read what she could. Most importantly, she’d read her boss, watch for any signals from him.

The door slammed and she waited. She rolled the vodka, rum, and tequila bottles in the ice so the labels could be read, killing time until she felt she’d waited enough. She knew Juan had taken the power seat in the room, sitting on the far side of the small table, facing the door. Mr. Randolph would be on his right, mostly out of sight as the door swung open, so that the newcomers, Bermingham and whoever he brought, would be the first visible when she came through.

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