Okay, Cole, you're good to go. We get you. We get what you're doing behind the bar at Flight Risk. Even why you've got that motorcycle stashed in the alley out back instead of the Escalade. You're up, Lara.
"What do you mean, 'I'm up?' Do I look like someone who's ever held a baseball bat in her hands?"
Hmm. There's an idea.
"Yeah, a bad one."
Okay, then, what's your reason for being, kiddo?
"You know about my sister."
I need to get you into Flight Risk. I need to get you there on a certain night, at a certain time. I need to set up your meet. I need a good reason for Cole to take you to the safe house. I don't think your sister will do it. Too early to drag her into it. If we even keep her at all.
"Wait. You're gonna vanish my sister?"
Dunno. What do you think?
"Let me talk to Cole."
Your wish is my command, princess.
"What's up, baby?"
"Are you hearing this?"
"What do you want me to do, whip out my Glock?"
"You're supposed to be a bartender right now, G-man."
"Right. So what'll it be, Ace? And what are you doing here?"
"In Flight Risk."
"I got a tip."
"What kind of tip?"
"Yeah. Sure. Right. As if."
"You're gonna have to tell me, baby. One way or another. I can't protect you if you don't."
"I guess I could tell you. But then I'd have to--"
(to be continued)