Chapter 63

“You’re not going to kill him are you?” Fey asked in horror.

“Nope. Not my thing believe it or not. I’m just going to put him to sleep again.” He walked over and hit the prisoner on the opposite temple from the one he had in the restroom. “That should addle his brains enough he won’t be able to think straight when they arrest him for breaking into the club.”

“How are we going to fix the frame on him?” Tripp asked.

Galvez knelt and dug through the man’s pockets. He smiled, holding up a wallet by the edge. “Stupid fool dropped this.”

“Too obvious,” Dirk said. “Does he have car keys or a phone?”

Galvez checked and nodded, taking out both, again being careful not to leave his prints on them. “Keys?”

“Nope,” Dirk replied after giving it a moment’s thought. “The phone. It might have info on it the cops will be interested in, if it’s not a throwaway.”

“Sounds good.” Galvez looked up at Fey. “You have any tissues in your bag?”