Flashpoint
Chapter One
Late Spring, Maryland
Before tonight, the closest Tess Bailey had come to a strip club was
on TV, where beautiful women danced seductively in G-strings, taut
young body parts bouncing and gleaming from a stage that sparkled
and flashed.
In the Gentlemen's Den, thousands of miles from Hollywood in a
rundown neighborhood north of Washington, D.C., the mirror ball was
broken, and the aging stripper on the sagging makeshift stage looked
tired and cold.
"Whoops." Nash turned his back to the noisy room, carefully keeping
his face in the shadows. "That's Gus Mondelay sitting with Decker,"
he told Tess.
Diego Nash had the kind of face that stood out in a crowd. And Nash
obviously didn't want Mondelay-whoever he was-to see him.
Tess followed him back toward the bar, away from the table where
Lawrence Decker, Nash's longtime Agency partner, was working
undercover.
She bumped into someone. "Excuse me-"
Oh my God! The waitresses weren't wearing any shirts. The
Gentlemen's Den wasn't just a strip club, it was also a topless bar.
She grabbed Nash's hand and dragged him down the passageway that led
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