Chapter 47

ZEKE I bring the SUV to a stop outside the club where four of our bouncers are shuffling impatiently, wilting in the hot July sun. I roll my window down and signal them to jump in. They file into the back seats and exclaim their gratitude for the AC pumping through the vents. While Xander and I are more than capable of handling this ourselves, it doesn’t hurt to have a little extra muscle in situations like these. They’re more than happy to tag along, knowing they’ll be well compensated for their time. A half hour later, we arrive at the first of four puppy farms that Lily highlighted in her article. The other three are being paid a similar visit right now, but this is the biggest and most lucrative, which is why we’re handling it ourselves. The guy sitting in the small booth outside the steel gate adjusts his Celtics cap and scratches his thick red beard. “Can I help you?” “We’ve come for some puppies.” Xander grins. The guard hesitates. “Let us the fuck in,” I say with a snarl. He le