End Game (Jack Noble #12) by L.T. Ryan

Author:L.T. Ryan [Ryan, L.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Liquid Mind Media
Published: 2017-04-23T18:30:00+00:00

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We took a cab into the city from the hotel. Easier that way. No dealing with cars that might be tracked or noticed. No worrying about being pulled over and having to deal with local authorities. It wouldn’t be the first time I had a mission compromised due to local law enforcement.

We were awash in orange glow from the moment we hit the highway, and it didn’t let up once in the city. The streets and buildings were lit up. Like New York, Chicago never slept. At least not the part we were in. I knew just a few miles in either direction a different scene was playing out. Not the upbeat, party class, but the rough life, the millions of inhabitants who had nothing and those among them who were willing to do whatever it took to have just a little bit more.

The cab dropped us off in front of Benny’s Chop House. I raised an eyebrow at Bear as my stomach grumbled at the thought of an aged ribeye. Bear patted his stomach.

“Don’t get excited, boys,” Lexi said as she shoved Bear toward the curb. “This is just where we’re getting dropped off.”

“We’ve got a couple hours,” I said. “Might as well make the most of it.”

We were all standing in front of the restaurant. The cab had pulled away. The line to get in was half a block long. Must’ve been good if people didn’t mind waiting in ten-degree weather.

“Need a reservation for that place,” she said. “Or you can wait half the night. And last time I checked, we don’t have that kind of time, friends.”

“You’re the local,” I said. “Lead the way.”

She moved swiftly through the crowds, finding the smallest seams to pass through, like a striker maneuvering down the field with the ball. Bear and I kept up. If not for her breaking the wave first, we never could have split the groups traveling against us.

Finally, we stopped in front of Ouzo Cafe, which looked to be a Mediterranean restaurant. Unlike many of the other options, there was no menu on the window. The tables were sparsely populated. An old guy with silver wings on the side of his head and no hair on top stood in front of a long grill, arms folded over his stout belly.

“It’s good,” she said. “Trust me. He’s an old family friend.”

I pulled the door open for Lexi, then entered with Bear close behind. She shrugged off her coat, hung it on an empty peg on a rack by the front door. The smell of bread and searing meat filled my nose. My stomach tightened in response. Guess it had been a few days since I’d treated it to a decent meal.

“As I live and breathe,” the old guy said in a thick Turkish accent.

Lexi smiled, hiked her hand in the air in front of her and waved. “Hiya, Gus.”

“My little Lexi, come for a visit.” Gus walked out of sight, banged on a door and yelled, “Amelia, Lexi is here.

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