Page 60 of Ride Forever
“Then you get nothing, and we disappear.” It was a bluff, but without the signed letter, Sloane and I would get nothing. I couldn’t let Holden know how badly we needed this deal. He had to believe we had a contingency. “This isn’t a game, Holden. It’s in or out. If the FBI doesn’t want to help us, then there are plenty of other interested parties who’d love to control an organization of this scale. Foreign, domestic…”
“All right, all right!” Holden sighed and ran his hand over his face. “Let me see what I can do.”
“Good.”
“I assume this will be the last time I see you?”
“Yeah. No offense, but I’m running on a schedule. I don’t need the system fucking it up.”
“None taken. I don’t want to particularly see you, either. You’re one dark son of a bitch, you know that? What’s the protocol then?”
“Leave the letter with the concierge at the MGM Grand,” I said. “Address the envelope to the guests of room 415. If you miss the deadline, I’ll know. If you cross me, I’ll know. If anything gets in my way, the FBI gets nothing.”
“You’re tempting fate, man,” he said with a shake of his head.
“Goodbye, Holden,” I drawled.
He opened the door and climbed out, striding away from the car. It was so easy for him. Leaving his past to rot. I would be lying if I said I trusted the guy, but when I’d known him, he’d been on the side of the law. I hoped that was still the case.
Once Holden was gone, I sent a text to Watts.It’s done.
A few moments later, I received a reply.I’ll be in touch.
Turning the key in the ignition, I started the car and headed out of Las Vegas, my eyes on my rear. Nothing followed me. It seemed my little rendezvous had gone undetected, and it felt good that something had gone right for once in my sorry life.
Making my way to the interstate, I crawled through peak-hour traffic, starting the four-hour drive back to Los Angeles…and Sloane.
