Chapter 8
"Doctor."
The security guard jogged up, slightly out of breath, waving a hand back toward the parking structure. "Sorry to bother you. Valet let someone park a little too close. Door clipped your car."
Christian followed his gaze. A shallow dent. Barely visible unless you knew where to look.
Christian shook his head. "It's fine."
He got in and drove off before anyone could say anything else.
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Inside the car
"You can't go public."
Christian Spoke behind the wheel , phone pressed to his ear, the copied files resting on the passenger seat
"Why not?" he asked. "It's all there. Campaign coordination. Financial pressure. Names."
"I know," Emdy said. "That's why you can't."
A pause.
"I mean—it's too dangerous .. as of yet ,"
"Come to my place," Emdy said.
. Don't tell anyone. Not a word."
—
Emdy's apartment was quiet.
They didn't talk much.
Christian handed over the drive. Emdy checked it once, then again, slower. His jaw tightened, just enough.
"This changes things," Emdy said.
"So we're doing it?" Christian asked.
"Yes," Emdy said. "But not with you standing in the open. Once this moves, Rinaldi's people will start looking for gaps."
"And you?"
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Chrisian left Emdy's apartment . He sat in his car across the street, engine off, watching the apartment building as he's about to start his car
That's when he heard the engines.
Low. Multiple.
Two bikes rolled in first. Then another. Leather jackets. Helmets still on.
They parked without hurry.
Christian stayed still.
The bikers dismounted and started toward the entrance of Emdy's apartment
Not looking around.
Not asking questions.
Walking like they already knew where they were going.