A smile played on Evan Yates's lips as he suddenly lowered his voice. "Our men have found Jude Quinn. We can grab him tomorrow."
Felix Preston's eyes darkened. "...Where did they find him?"
Evan Yates said, "In a high-end private club in Veridia. When our guys saw him, he was in a private room, harassing a waitress."
"What kind of harassing?" Felix pressed.
"The sexual kind, of course!" Evan Yates frowned, his face filled with contempt. "That Jude Quinn is some kind of creature whose little head controls his big one. The moment he sees a woman, his lower half gets ideas."
"My buddies couldn't stand the sight of him, so they posed as club guests, went in, and beat the crap out of him. He was screaming and howling, crawling on the floor like a coward!"
"Heh..." Felix Preston let out a cold, mocking laugh.
"Sigh..." Evan Yates sighed and shook his head helplessly. "With a creep like Jude Quinn, what was Jason Sinclair thinking, setting Renee Sinclair up on a blind date with him?"
