Chapter 61

“What do we do with him?” Galvez asked once they were on the sidewalk.

“Take him up to my apartment,” Maverick suggested, nodding to the entry next to the club.

“Good idea. Al, go back inside if you would. I have the feeling Tripp and Fey are wondering what’s going on.”

Galvez nodded, heading back into the club, while Dirk and Maverick hauled their burden up the flight of stairs to the second floor and into the apartment Maverick had rented.

Galvez rejoined them after buzzing to let them know it was him. “They were worried, according to Fey, but decided we knew what we were doing and their jumping in to help haul out the trash,” he glanced at the comatose man, “would only call more attention to us. We gonna leave him here?”

“For the moment. But we need to tie him up,” Dirk replied.

With nothing else available, they took the man’s shirt, tore it into strips and tied him to the old-fashioned radiator in the bedroom. Using what was left of the shirt, Maverick gagged him.