“Tonight,” Guan tapped his non-existent watch. “Club closes in fifty minutes. That’s your window.”
“Okay,” Molson didn’t ask what would have happened if Guan hadn’t found him. Probably he would never have the chance to speak to Copley again. It wasn’t every day that someone like him, a relative nobody, met with one of the kings.
Not wasting time, Molson went straight back to Holly then realized he wouldn’t have time to drop her off and make it back to the club before it closed.
“What was that about?” she wanted to know.
“We got one more stop,” Molson said reluctantly.
“Molson, it’s late. I’d like to go home,” Holly sighed. “Is it really important or can it wait until tomorrow?”
“It has to happen tonight,” Molson grimaced. He hated to disappoint her. “I got a meeting with one of the top gang members.”
“Molson,” Holly was shocked. “Isn’t that dangerous? Why would you want to meet with him?”
“If I can get the leaders of each gang to testify that it was David that imported the drugs, not Michael, then they’ll be both be back where they belong. David in prison, Michael out,” Molson explained.
“Why would they testify?” Holly was intrigued by the idea. “What’s in it for them? Wouldn’t they implicate themselves if they testified?”
“They would,” Molson admitted. “I’ve been talking to Drew. We’re hoping that in return for testimony, the FBI will give them immunity from prosecution. Only for what they say in this particular case, nothing else.”
“Can the FBI do that?” she questioned.
“They can if the courts agree to it,” he told her. “Trouble is, we don’t know if we can get them to testify or if the FBI will agree to a deal.”
“But why would they testify?” Holly’s brows drew together as she frowned. “What’s in it for them?”
“I’m hoping I can appeal to their better nature,” Molson shrugged. “Some of them, I’ve helped with medical stuff. I don’t know if it will be enough to remind them of that. Probably not, but I got to try. Huss says he’ll meet tonight, so I’ll just have to do the best I can to convince him.”
“Then we’d better get going,” Holly went to the bike.
“You’re going to stay right beside me the whole time,” Molson warned her as he handed Holly a helmet. “Don’t even think of going to the bathroom or anything. Where we’re going, it’s not a place for you to be. If I had time to drop you off someplace, I would.”
“You do have an interesting idea of a first date,” Holly pulled the helmet on.
Molson decided not to answer that. He hoped the next time they went out, they actually had a normal date. He’d like that. Dinner, flowers, maybe a little music, someplace normal people went or maybe since he was pretty broke, someplace private.
Not that he had someplace he could bring her to since was couch surfing. Not exactly a cool thing at his age.
Pulling up to the club, Molson took a deep breath. He hoped he hadn’t made a colossal error bringing Holly here. It wasn’t like he had any guarantee that Huss would listen to him. Or that he wouldn’t decide Molson was stepping out of his place and needed a firm touch to put him back where he belonged.
He would hate to get a beat down in front of Holly.
“If they hit me, you stay out of it,” Molson told her.
“What?” Holly pulled off her helmet, looking at him in surprise. “You’re not serious.”
“I hope not,” Molson stowed away the head gear. “Just stay clear if anything goes down.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” Holly said in consternation. “If it’s too dangerous, you shouldn’t go in there.”
“Holly, ain’t nobody else gonna do it,” he put his hands on her shoulders, trying to reassure her. “This is the only way I can see to help Michael. If you got any better ideas, I’m all ears. Best case scenario, Huss will think about it. Most likely he’ll just laugh us out of the club. Worst case, I get a thrashing for being nervy enough to ask him to rat out David.”
Worst case, Huss decided to dust him. Molson decided not to mention that option. He was fairly certain Huss wouldn’t do that. He didn’t have a reputation of having a hot temper of doing things lightly. That’s why Molson had hoped to approach him first.
“Come on,” Molson took Holly by the hand. The building was jumping with dancers, servers and people hanging out. The music was loud. Lights flashed in the darkness.
Holly was glad she had Molson’s hand firmly in hers. Otherwise she would be afraid of losing him, the crowd was so thick. It had to be against fire code. Someone pushed into her, and she stumbled. Molson was there, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her along. He shouted something into her ear, but Holly couldn’t hear. She wondered how they were going to have a meeting if no one could speak above the music.
