Troy promised to investigate further and I trusted he would. I was also inclined to believe him when he said that a sudden increase in Cabal-gang problems wouldn’t be the kind of thing Benicio would keep from me. Yet, as I knew from experience, just because something doesn’t cross Benicio’s radar didn’t mean it wasn’t being done by a Cabal employee, using Cabal resources and the Cabal name. I’d have to work on Jaz some more.

TROY LEFT FIRST. I presumed he was watching my exit, but knew better than to look for him as I hailed a cab. I’d just given the driver my address when my cell phone rang, the gang one Rodriguez had given me.

“Faith? It’s Jaz. I didn’t get you up, did I?”

I checked my watch. I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t been up by ten—awake, showered, dressed, done breakfast and moving on with my day. Being in the gang, though, meant late nights and, probably, late mornings. Like being back in college. Well, being back in college for the kind of kids who skipped morning classes and stayed out at the bars all night, which hadn’t been me.

“No, I’m awake.”

“Good, good. You took off last night before I got a chance to ask your plans for today. I figured, being new in town, maybe you’d like some company. We have to be at the Rider by three, but—”

“Three? I thought it was five—oh, you mean you and Sonny.”

“No…” A moment’s pause, then, “Shit. Guy hasn’t called you yet, has he? Better keep this quick, then, or I’ll get hell for tying up the line. Short version is, you’re in.”

“In?”

“On the job tonight. The one I mentioned. I talked to Guy last night, told him how well you did.”

“Great. Thank you.”

A laugh. “While I’d love to claim credit, I don’t have that kind of pull. Once he saw what you could do—that mind-reading stuff—he decided we could use you on the job. He was just double-checking with me, making sure everything went okay. So, you’re in, but before that, I was wondering if you had lunch plans.”

I didn’t. We agreed to meet at the club.

HOPE PLANS

HOPE

PLANS

At one, a cab dropped me off at Easy Rider. I was about to ring the side bell when a voice called from behind me.

“Hold up, Faith. I got it.”

Footsteps thundered down the sidewalk. I turned to see Rodriguez jogging toward me, waving his key.