They pulled into the parking lot, which was half-full. Nicky parked the car and called Grace. She answered immediately. "You at the strip club?" Grace asked.

"Just got here," Nicky said. "We're outside. You sure this guy's in there?"

"Yeah, pretty sure it's him," Grace said. "I pinged the cell phone of his last known alias. He goes by Tucker here, not Darren, so keep that in mind."

"Thanks, Grace. Talk soon." Nicky hung up and stared at the strip club. It was a two-story, square-shaped building adorned with neon lights. This was definitely not the place a couple of FBI agents could just casually walk into.

Nicky glanced Ken over. He was wearing a full black casual suit, jacket and all, while she was wearing a black blouse and slacks.

"Jesus," she said, "we couldn't look more like feds. Ditch the jacket, Walker."

"What are you thinking?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"We can't go in there flashing our badges--we'll spook the guy, and he could make a run for it. We should try to blend in, at least to get past security.

Outside the door was a wide-chested bouncer with a tattoo on his bald head. Nicky had a feeling that guy wouldn't let two agents in without a fight.

Nicky flipped down the car's mirror and pulled her long, brown hair out of its ponytail, letting it fall over her shoulders. She undid a few buttons of her blouse and allowed the top of her red, lacy bra to show. Maybe it'd distract the bouncer enough for him to not notice how much of a stiff Ken was.

Ken eased his jacket off and tossed it in the back seat. "How's this?"

His hair was too perfect, too in place, so Nicky ruffled it up. Ken leaned away from her, then shot her a scowl.

"Better," she said.

With that, they got out of the car, into the warm evening. It was time to get into the club.

The bouncer eyed them as they approached the door. He was enormous and looked like he was carved out of stone. His dark eyes were focused on them, unmoving.

"ID, please, he said, his voice rough and domineering.

Nicky allowed her top to show a little more and put on a smile. "We're just trying to get in," she said.

"ID," the bouncer repeated.

Pouting, Nicky took out her wallet and slid out her ID card, then showed the bouncer.

"Wouldn't have guessed you're pushing thirty," he said, glancing at her.

Nicky gave him a pleasant smile to hide the fact that she wanted to claw his eyes out.

He checked Ken's ID too, then nodded, and allowed them to pass.