Chapter 19

“Yes, me. Young man, I think it would be good, if you hauled ass. Right now!”

“Yes, Sir,” the young guy said, and did just that.

Marv and Harv were momentarily distracted by the loss of their prey, and when they turned to face Quentin again, they saw the gun in his hand.

“Who are you?” the tall one said.

“Your worst nightmare come to life,” Quentin said. “I think you need to go back to your own car.” He barked, “Now!” and waved the gun, trying to look as menacing as possible.

“Come on, Marv,” the taller one said. “We’re getting out of here.”

Quentin watched them exit the men’s room, then walked to the door and looked out. He watched them climb into a late-model Civic, crank the motor, and leave.

{Time to tune into them, Nate.}

{Yeah.}

They meshed into rapport while Quentin hurried to the Mustang, got inside, and started the motor. It only took a minute for them to find their quarry.

{Who the fuck is that guy, Marv?}

{Hell if I know, Harv, but I do know one thing.}