Chapter 548 Hush Money
Thinking about it, Yancy hit the gas.
In the back, Frank finally let out a big sigh, feeling like he just dodged a bullet. But he knew Yancy wasn’t doing this out of the goodness of his heart. They were just casual buddies. Frank often brought his crew to Blue Bar, where Yancy was the boss. That was the extent of their friendship.
Frank couldn’t figure out why Yancy would save him, which took Yancy $200,000. That was no chump change. But he was alive and didn’t have to keep hiding.
Frank tried to speak up, "Yancy, if you need anything, just holler." He pounded his chest. "Whatever it is, I got you!"
Yancy lit a cigarette as they pulled out of the alley. Before he could say anything, he spotted a woman getting out of a taxi. She had long hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and was rocking a black tracksuit. Nothing fancy, but her figure was something else. Her face was plain, but her body was smoking.
She seemed in a hurry to get to Main Street. Yancy didn’t expect her to be in such a rush. What was her deal with Frank? He honked and rolled down the window. "Hop in."
Heather got in. The air inside the car smelled weird. She turned and saw Frank in the back seat, and let out a sigh of relief.
Yancy smelled it too; Frank had pissed himself out of fear.
Yancy cursed, "You useless piece of crap." He rolled down the windows and sped off.
Frank felt embarrassed. His eyes were glued to Heather’s chest. After a narrow escape from death, he couldn’t restrain his eyes from few more glances at that fleshy bosom.
Heather asked, "Is he Frank?"
Yancy, driving and puffing on his cigarette, laughed, "You’re looking for him and don’t even know what he looks like?"
Heather said, "Thanks."
Yancy teased, "Heather, how about something more practical?"
Heather asked, "How much?"
Yancy smoked, the bluish-white smoke swirling around. "I don’t need money," he said, his voice muffled by the cigarette. "No rush. Talk to Frank first, ask your questions, then we’ll chat."
The car stopped in front of Blue Bar.
Yancy got out. Heather looked at Frank and said to Yancy, "Get me a private room."
Yancy nodded.
As soon as they marched into Blue Bar, a staff member came up, saying, "Boss, we got a situation."
Yancy walked over. "Spill it."
"Someone came by asking for Frank," the staff member whispered, "Did Frank piss someone off? Lately, people keep coming for him."
Yancy squinted. "Did you tell them anything?"
The staff member said, "Nope."
Yancy thought for a moment. "Get this lady a private room, third floor."
The third floor was Yancy’s own space, super quiet, and the decor was way different from the first and second floors.
Meanwhile, Yancy pulled out his phone and called Kent, "Mr. King, I’ll throw in an extra $100,000. Do me a solid."
Kent wasn’t one to turn down easy money. "Sure, Yancy, what’s up?"
Yancy said, "If anyone asks about Frank, just say you haven’t seen him and you’re looking for him too."
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