Then he’d be heading back to Perry’s. The deputy hadn’t told him much about what had happened, but he had a clear impression the night had been rough. A good long sleep after their mind-blowing sex—at least he hoped it had been that for Perry as well—should make the other man feel better.
He turned into the alley that ran behind Dot’s and had almost reached the café’s back door when a vehicle pulled up right beside him, so close the fender brushed his side. Wheeling around, he looked into the half-open window of a black SUV. Had the window not been partly lowered, he would not have been able to see inside. The tint on the glass was extremely dark. He knew what that implied, and it was not a good omen. The first thing he saw was the cannon-sized barrel of a 9mm semi-auto, about eighteen inches from him. Behind it, he glimpsed a swarthy, scarred face with a pair of the coldest eyes he’d ever seen.