Grant has his phone to one ear. “Hey, Dix. Kathy sent a car for you. See you at the heliport in fifteen? Great.” Grant thumbed the call dead, tucked the phone into his inside pocket, and hustled toward the limo. The limo trunk popped open. He dropped his bags in the trunk and slammed the lid shut. When he did he saw Tony next to the limo. In a white suit. With a thin mustache. With a stocking pulled over his head and wearing black gloves, hands raised. Grant’s jaw just had a chance to drop when the white-suited menace was thrown past Grant onto the hood of a parked car. In his wake was Gina in a snug female chauffeur’s outfit and cap. “Aiee-hah!” Gina shrieked, throwing herself at Tony and punching a fist into his gut. “Ooof!” Tony jackknifed forward. Gina whooshed a backhanded chop to his neck, then kicked him so that he rolled off the car hood onto the sidewalk. “Stand back, sir!” Gina called over her shoulder to Grant. “Aiee-hah!” She leaped onto the sidewalk and stood over the White-Suited Menace, fists of fury at the ready.
