“TONIGHT?” Xhex asked. “You’re going up north tonight?” Rehv nodded and went back to reviewing the construction plans for his new club.
…
He pushed the plans away and checked his watch. “I gotta go.” Xhex crossed her arms and stood in front of the office’s door. “And no, you’re not,” he said. “I want to come.”
“Am I having a nasty flashback? Because didn’t we just do this the night before last? As well as a hundred other times? The answer is and always will be no.”
“Why?” she snapped. “I’ve never understood why. You let Trez go.”
“Trez is different.” Rehv pulled on his sable coat and opened the drawer of the desk. The new pair of Glock forties he’d just bought fit perfectly into the holster he’d put on with his Bottega Veneta suit.
“I know what you do. With her.” Rehv froze. Then continued slipping the guns into their sleeves. “Of course you do. I meet with her. Give her the money. Leave.”
“That’s not all you do.” He flashed his fangs at her. “Yes. It is.”
