Prologue
Tina Barnes turned the key to the BMW X3. All she got was a series of clicks. “Awffffuck the Bavarian Motor Works!”
She slapped the steering wheel. This was not the first time the goddamn Beamer had left her stranded. The car belonged to Sal Touri, her boss at The Brass Ring Gentlemen’s Club. She’d made sure she gave him plenty of incentive to keep letting her borrow the car. She tried the key again with the same result, then called the club.
“Hey, it’s Tina,” she said to the woman who answered the phone.
“Who?”
“Cheyenne.” Yet another fake name.
“Your shift just started. You better be calling me from the club’s parking lot.”
“Car trouble. I’m working on it now.” Tina knew that would shut down the manager. Everyone in the club knew that Sal was sweet on her and had loaned her one of his cars. She didn’t worry about saying anything else to the manager.
Despite trying to keep a low profile, Tina knew there was one thing she couldn’t hide: She was a beautiful woman.
Tina was almost thirty, but most men thought she was much, much younger. It was her face. She’d never smoked, and she tried to eat right. She’d gotten by on her looks for a long time and planned to cash in on them for a long time to come.
She was just under six feet tall and slender, with long blonde hair. She smiled, remembering how Grandma Jane used to brush her hair every night. It had felt so nice. She missed Grandma Jane. But she didn’t miss anyone else from Muskogee, Oklahoma. And certainly no one from Oklahoma City, where she’d spent nine months in witness protection.
Her name wasn’t even really Tina. But she had to keep the name as long as she was still using the ID the state police had issued her, after she’d snitched on the biggest meth operation in the Midwest. She would continue…
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