Following the tracer to a run-down warehouse, Mark and April watched the comings and goings. April poked Mark when Fabus stepped out for a cigarette.
"I'll get his attention," she said messing up her hair, discarding her blazer and holster, and covering her gun in her waistband before opening her blouse's top buttons.
Mark shook his head as she wiggled up the road.
"Hey mister. My car broke down a few miles back, and I could use help," she said.
He looked her over smiling figuring it was his lucky day. "Come inside my dear, and let me help you."