Chapter 28

“Ah, Vince…”

He gave me a look that told me he didn’t want any thanks. “I’ve routed the feeds for them—”

“Feeds?”

“The cameras are no good if you can’t see what they’ve taped. Anyway, I’ve routed them to your closet, Sweetcheeks. It seems to be the most organized. No offense, Pretty Boy, but I’veseen your closet.”

Pretty Boy gave a sniff. “My clothes aren’t wrinkled, and that’s the most important thing.”

“Yeah. I’ve set the tape to loop every twenty-four hours. I’d save them rather than tape over them, but that’s me. The TV and VCR are on the top shelf. Consider it a going-away gift.”

“Uh…thanks.” I didn’t bother asking how he’d gotten into the apartment to do that. He’d changed the lock, which had been guaranteed tamper-proof.

“This is a rough business, and I don’t want to read in the paper that one of you got hurt.”

“But you’re here to protect us.” Pretty Boy flirted his lashes at him.