Nicky looked at Darren with her best flirty expression, and he scanned her up and down in a sickening way. She was backing him into the bar, and they were near a corner--which meant it wouldn't be too easy for Darren to get away. She could feel Ken looming near her.

"You're feisty," Darren said. He flashed her his teeth, which had gold grills on them. A giant tattoo of a rose with thorns covered his pale-skinned neck. "I like that."

Nicky wanted to hurl. "Gee, thanks, baby," she said.

She couldn't play this up for long. She went in to grab Darren's arm. At first, he thought she was flirting. He wore a big, gross smile.

But then Nicky yanked him in close. She stole a glance in her periphery to see Ken was there and ready.

She looked Darren dead in the eye and said: "FBI, dirtbag. You're coming with us."

Then it all happened at once. Darren started to move--but then Ken grabbed him from behind and held him tight. It was too late for Darren to make a run for it.

People at the bar were starting to look at them. Nicky feared for a second that Darren was going to produce a gun--but then the other patrons turned back to their drinks, not wanting to get involved.

"Let's go," Nicky said. "Walk."

Darren twisted his arm until he broke free from Ken's grip. He went to run off, but Ken grabbed him by the arm againonly for Darren to elbow him in the face.

"Hey!" Nicky yelled.

But Darren had escaped. He dove through the strip club, dodging past people.

Game on.

Nicky dove after him. He was a lot faster than she had anticipated. She was just about to grab him by the collar when Darren turned around and kicked her right in the face.

Nicky stumbled backwards. She got her balance back and started to run. Darren was darting through the crowd. His head was literally bobbing up and down. He bumped into three people, who yelped and spilled their drinks.

But Darren didn't seem to care. He continued his mad dash across the club, darting for the staircase that led up to the second floor.

Ken was right behind him. He was yelling, "Federal agent! Stop, McMillan!"

Darren darted up the stairs. Nicky and Ken chased after, weaving between people the best they could. The music kept pounding Nicky's ears.

On the upper level, Nicky saw Darren run into a room. "There!" she shouted to Ken.

Both of them ran right in after him. But Darren was pulling open a window. He looked over his shoulder at them. There was no way he was going to jump, Nicky reasonedbut on his face was the look of a man who would do anything to escape.

"Don't even think about it," Nicky warned.

"No," Darren said. "No way. I'm not going to jail."

Darren

He jumped out of the window.