Grab (Letty Dobesh #3)
“He barely looked old enough to be in college. Black Chuck Taylors, baggy jean shorts, a gray Billabong hoodie.
She pulled Richter's phone out of her bikini and walked up to him.
He smelled like pot, his eyes red with a stoner sheen.
"Mark?" "Letty?" She handed him Richter's phone, said, "I'm in 812. How long?" "One hour." "I need you to bust a move. This thing is only halfway done." Riding up in the elevator, she called Isaiah.
"I got it," she said. "You heading over?" "On my way." "Let me know how it goes. I'll be back down as soon as Mark drops off the phone." "It went well?" "Yeah. But I'm concerned their waiter will interfere, freak everyone out when he hears what happened." "I'll damage control." "See you soon." This room was smaller but nicer than the one at the Palazzo. She turned on the news and went into the bathroom. Dug out the piece of glass and cleaned up her knee.
She sat on the end of the bed and stared at the plasma screen but her mind was elsewhere.
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