CHAPTER 17 Distraction
He asked the tuk-tuk to enter the same parking lot. He paid the guy a handsome tip and waited in the darkness, keeping his eyes peeled on the Endeavour.
A man dressed in a black suit got off the driver's seat and opened the door for Anya. She got out of the car and locked her arm in the guy's as they walked towards the entrance.
Andy was seething by now. How could she double-cross him? He had thought that they shared something special and here she was walking arm in arm with another man. Looked like a rich asshole.
He followed them inside, discreetly. The restaurant was more like a nightclub. With a big bar in a corner, a huge dance floor next to the bar and an expansive area where some tables were laid out. Each table had enough privacy.
The D J's music was soaring and the crowd on the dance floor was swaying with the music.
He saw Anya and the man, walk over to the bar counter and take the high bar chairs next to the bar.