Her cigarette smoke wafted towards the large wall fans. Vanessa took a drag, shrugged, lifted her brows in question. “You want to start talking? Or you want to blow your time just sitting there looking hard?”
Yeah, okay, nice act. But it was an act. She’d said fifteen minutes. That’s what she said, but you don’t call for drinks if you’re planning on a quick chat. Footsteps on the metal grate stairs echoed through the room. He glanced over and saw Vanessa’s maid, Hannah, carrying a tray with glasses, ice, and a couple bottles.
“Well, hot shot?”
“You already know most of it.” He leaned into the couch. Feeling comfortable, not in the least rushed. “Bruno went to grab some of that B-B-Q he likes…Down on—”
Vanessa nodded. “Yeah, Piggy’s, I know it. It’s good. So he goes in…Alone?”
“And you…What? Just walk up, grab the case, and come here?”
“Not quite. I’d hacked his ride’s nav-com. See where he was going. Soon as I saw him lock in Piggy’s I surfed over to their systems, jacked in. Got friendly with their POS.”
“You never work retail?” he asked.
Vanessa’s lids dropped a touch. “Are you fucking kidding? I’d suck dick in a back alley before I sold shit to fuckers.” Hannah set the tray on the table. She dropped a few cubes of ice into a tumbler, poured vodka, passed it to her lady, and left. “Go on.”
“Soon as Bruno was inside I sent an error code. Just needed to buy a minute—not even.”
“Forced him to wait. Couldn’t pay right away. I cracked his car open, grabbed the case, and”—he turned his palms up. The rest was obvious.
“That’s a pretty shit story. You know how I know it’s shit?”
He swallowed. Damn it.
“Because Bruno would have paid en-route. Why’n the hell’s he going to walk in to pay when he can do it before he even gets there? No,” she put a hand up. “Don’t try and spin some new yarn. This is how I’ve stayed out of working the kind of jobs you’re obviously familiar with—by paying attention. Something you have a lot to learn about.” Her eyes lifted to a point behind him. “Hannah, would you see our guest out?”
A gun tapped the side of his head.
“Oh you thought the drinks were for both of us?” Vanessa smirked. “No. Just me. When I said you had fifteen minutes I meant it.”