HBWnovel Chapter 109: Uncertainty
Chapter 109: Uncertainty
"Mr. Vargas, do you know anything about why police might know about my people and try bringing them in now?"
"Give me a few hours, and I might. Local police like to brag about bringing down gangs, but plenty of them eat from our hands."
Tristan nodded.
"Thank you. Then... I apologize, but I came here in a hurry, and don't have too much time to spend. We should exchange contacts and organize a proper meeting later."
"Definitely. And I will give you the information as soon as I can."
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On his way out of the building, Tristan snidely wondered how she got another guy, better than the previous one, around her finger in such a short time.
He had a few ideas. Evelyn was a woman who knew how to be beautiful in every aspect, not just face alone.
But Tristan had to admit that Vargas was utterly smitten with her—way more than someone of his rank would be just only because of beauty. There had to be some long story involved, and maybe even genuine love.
Tristan scoffed inwardly as he sat inside his car.
If so, the less he knew about it, the better it would be. At least Evelyn was actually helpful instead of "helpful"... And although he didn't fully trust her, Vargas appeared to be someone worth dealing with.
Tristan still planned to be careful with both of them.
Sam and Cutout sat on the back seat, but before driving, Tristan sent a text message to his other two grunts.
[Sit low and wait for further instructions. Do as Derek says, too.] .net
Tristan was sure Derek won't let them be brought in for questioning, at the very least because of possible public implications.
But he had to convince the manager to let all his security have a free day at once... somehow.
That room was a smaller suite than Tristan's or Nel's, without its own kitchen, but still quite luxurious. This hotel didn't have super cheap rooms, anyway.
Nel was there as well, sitting on a couch and repeatedly running a hand through his hair, together with Owen and Trey.
Both of the gangsters in disguise were stone-faced, but Tristan saw the anxiety under these masks. They wanted to follow their gangster instincts and get the hell out of here before the police came with a warrant.
"I was out, because Samuel and Collins," those were the fake names of Sam and Cutout, "got into the similar predicament as these two. I had to help them get away." Tristan gestured at Owen and Trey. "I rented them rooms in a motel where they stay now... Just in case. Sorry for not responding to calls—I was driving."
Tristan showed Derek his charming smile, and the manager smiled back in reflex.
Then he caught his wits together.
"Why did they call you, not me? Well, I will ask them. But I'm even more concerned about what the Los Angeles police wanted from them! These people were hired by the GTG agency itself..."
"The police didn't have a warrant! Whatever the police wanted, it wasn't good enough!" Nel exclaimed suddenly. "We aren't some nobodies anymore, right? We can just block their way if anything happens. And IF they come with a warrant... Will it be any good, anyway?"
Derek looked at Owen and Trey.
"I'm sure it was all a huge misunderstanding. Both of you and your colleagues were nothing but helpful. However... I'm afraid that until this situation stabilizes, you should stay inside the hotel. Samuel and Collins should return here, too."
"No, let them stay where they are, Mr. Derek. At the very least, to not put all eggs in the same basket."
Derek hesitated for a moment, but nodded.
"Well... You paid for the motel already, I suppose. It'd be a waste of money to not use it. All their things are here, though."
"They will be fine for a day or two." Tristan said more forcefully.
Derek hesitated more. Although his smile didn't show it, there were some doubts about his security people in his mind.
They were dutiful people, but with a bit more scars and a general air of danger than an average security guard.
But he couldn't stand in Tristan's way.