Chapter 116

He started toward the front of the diner, only to have Van stop him.

“We’ll use the back door. Less chance of us being seen together by anyone who might be interested in you. Barone’s undoubtedly got his people on the alert, since you killed Hicks. You’re probably damned lucky they haven’t found you yet.”

“I’ve been careful,” Tate replied. “Well, sort of,” he admitted a second later. “At least I’m not dressed the way I was when I visited the club.”

Van shook his head. “You’re still not invisible. We’ll do something about that.” He pointed to the men’s room.

Tate followed him in, wondering what Van had in mind. He found out when Van opened his backpack, taking out a well-worn turtleneck and sweatshirt.

“I don’t think my jeans will fit you. You’re stockier than I am. But these will help.”

Tate took off his shirt, handing it to Van.

“Damn, how bad?” Van asked, pointing to the bandages on Tate’s side.