Chapter 55: There's Only One Chance

The car wheels slowly stopped, pressing down some of the dust that hadn't had time to rise, settling it before it could even float into the air.

The cheap car, worth two to three hundred bucks, stopped in an alley diagonally across from the casino. Lance placed his handgun on the car; he wasn't sure if the other party would frisk him. Having it on him could be pointless and might even "arm the enemy."

He placed the handgun inside the toolbox between the driver's seat and the passenger's seat while the dagger—a folding knife—was tucked under his belt at the back.

People generally searched the upper body, pants pockets, and legs during a frisk. Other areas were less likely to be checked.

After making these preparations, he instructed Morris to stay in the car, "If I don't come out within thirty minutes, make this call and have them come look for me."

"However, there's a good chance you won't need this number."

It was Alberto's number.