Drugs, maybe. Cocaine, probably. That would explain the weird secrecy and the stupid little backroom door with the DON'T ENTER sign on it. So Dakota was not here for some romantic mystery or some private meet-up. He was here to buy drugs.
Fuck.
That was not the version of the night I had been hoping for.
Still, if I could catch him doing this, that gave me something useful. Maybe not enough to ruin him completely, but enough to pressure him if I needed to. And if Dakota was really tied to Brok, then this could be my way in. I could use it to blackmail him, get him to hand over the password for that safe in the pawnshop office room, and maybe learn something bigger from there.
I stayed frozen in place for another second, listening to the end of the conversation while my mind started building the next move.
