There were two men who fit the demographic of the gym’s clientele. They were amped up and stupid enough to try something. Both had barbells in hand as though they would use the metal handles as weapons when the Russians came back into the locked room. Exercise equipment versus Russian-made automatic weapons. Genius. Lexi, however, sat on a pile of old mats in the corner. She didn’t interact with the men. She simply stared at her phone. Bishop emerged from the corner where he’d been watching. The two other men likely hadn’t noticed he was there to begin with, but she would have noticed he was missing. “Hey.” Her gaze warily bounced to his. “Hey.” “I’m back.” “I don’t know if that was smart or stupid.” He popped a squat next to her. “I met Sugar.” “Ah, smart.” Her defenses went down. “So you know about us.” Bishop let a smile break. “In a manner of speaking.” “Sugar does this kind of thing. I do not.” He nodded. “What’s your specialty?”
