As Luca and Cevdet launch into the particulars of this dinner, Shura enters the VIP room and looks for me. I rise from my chair. “Excuse me, gentleman.”
Slipping out of the VIP room behind Shura, I notice the rest of the club has emptied considerably compared to an hour ago. “What’s going on?”
I’ve been getting reports of cops in the area all night, but I didn’t really think it would turn into a raid. I press two fingers to my forehead, massaging away the headache forming there. “Where are the supplies?”
“Hidden after the first sighting, but a raid isn’t a good look. Especially tonight.” We both angle towards the VIP room where Cevdet’s voice is rising above the steady thrum of the music.
“It’s too late to get them out now,” I concede. “Let the cops have their fun. I’ll handle the alli
