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well, but also pleasure.
     And the power . . . it was about the power to bring that chick a pleasure she didn’t
     even know she wanted. And once he’d achieved that, for him it had brought about a
     weird sort of nirvana. It had only been kissing, yeah, but something about making
     that woman give in to feeling good, give in to wanting him, had brought a euphoria
     over him he wasn’t sure he’d ever quite known.
    Yeah, he should have chased after her if fate or God or whoever had brought her back
     into his path.
    But—shit, he’d have to fret over that later. Because right now Junior Martinez had
     just walked in the door.
    Fortunately, the guy was alone for a change—which made him a lot more vulnerable.
     He slinked through the room in his usual wife-beater and a pair of Ray-Bans, looking
     every bit the thug he was—yet keeping a lower profile than usual. It instantly made
     Rogan think he might be up to something. Rogan had been spending quite a bit of time
     here on his off hours and he’d yet to witness anything that looked to him like a drug
     deal, but maybe tonight he’d get confirmation that Dennis’s suspicions were on the
     mark. And since you couldn’t arrest a guy until he’d committed a crime, this was actually
     good news.
    Rogan held his spot on the stool, watching as Martinez sidled through the crowd near
     the dance floor, then slipped into the back hallway toward the bathrooms.
    Maybe he had to piss. But that hall also led to the storage room where Dennis thought
     deals were going down. After two locks had been broken, damaging the door itself in
     the process, Dennis had stopped bothering to fix it.
    Rogan almost took a last drink from his beer bottle, but thought better of it—instead
     he slid easily off the stool and moved unhurriedly toward the back hall.
    First he stepped inside the men’s room—nobody there. And there’d been no sign of Martinez
     in the hallway, either.
    Exiting, he remained in the hall, listening. It was difficult with the sounds of people
     and music from the restaurant, but the short corridor provided just enough of a buffer
     that he could hear Martinez talking to someone.
    Unfortunately, it was hard to make out many words, but Rogan heard only one voice,
     so Martinez was probably on a cell phone. Very likely talking to whoever was supposed
     to meet him there.
    Rogan considered his options. He could stay put in the hallway, but that would seem
     suspicious and he’d be pretty damn noticeable to whoever was meeting Junior—not to
     mention if Junior had occasion to come back out into the hall himself. Dennis’s office—locked
     and untouched—lay right across from the storage room, so maybe he could get the key
     and wait inside. He wouldn’t be able to hear much from there, but at least he’d have
     some cover while he watched for a buyer—or, for all he knew, a seller. If this was
     an official investigation, he’d be able to set up surveillance in the storage room,
     but for now, he was on his own and this was as good as it got.
    “Hey, buddy—you waitin’?”
    Rogan spun to see a tourist—giving himself away with the tacky South Beach T-shirt
     he wore—pointing to the men’s room door. And hell—calling attention to the fact that
     there was a guy standing around in the hallway for no good reason.
    Rogan kept his voice low, quick, as he said, “Nah, it’s all yours.”
    And even as he spoke, Martinez went quiet for a moment, then could clearly be heard
     saying, “Hold on a minute, man—I gotta check somethin’.”
    Shit. Junior had tuned in to the fact that somebody was hanging out in the hall—and
     Rogan took that as his cue to walk away, fast.
    Fortunately, it took just a few quick steps to emerge back into the main room, sifting
     his way into the crowd near the dance floor—which had filled up quickly once the band
     had started to play. Even so, Rogan felt obvious and had the sixth-sense feeling he’d
     been