Agent Delacorte stood outside of the club, the neon lights casting her figure in shadows and colors. She was wearing the symbol of the Merakki clan on the back of her jacket. A disguise, I realized as I watched her approach the bouncer, sliding her arm around his shoulder seductively, whispering something into his ear. He gave a slight nod. And then she was in.
I wished I knew what she told him. Because I needed to get in there. And fast. With this line that wasn't going to happen. I'd be lucky if they let me in before midnight.
Or at all. I barely had enough money for Marci's Medicine, let alone extra to bribe the guard into letting me in. I hadn't thought this plan through at all. I sighed heavily, knowing how this was going to end. Like it usually did. With violence and pleading and a hell of a lot of bruises. I cringed at the thought.
I glanced behind my shoulder and cursed. There were two agents casually watching the club from across the street and their eyes were trained on me. Shit. I glanced to the club once more before disappearing into the crowd, darting down the alley to my right.
I needed Marci's medicine desparately. But I needed to not get caught even more. Because if the agents caught me, there would be nobody to care for Marci.
And I knew where that road would lead. I had let my mind take me down that path far too many times.
Marcinda would die.