Limo Patrol - Lily Thai -

Park slid a file across the table. Inside: photos of Kael Vance, his lieutenants, and a marked-up map of Los Angeles limo staging areas. “We’ve been building a RICO case for eighteen months. But we need someone inside his operation. Someone who can get close without looking like a fed.”

Lily’s jaw tightened. Sienna Vance—twenty-three, six Grammys, a billion streams, and a restraining order against her brother, Kael, who ran the Red Jade syndicate out of Bangkok and Macau. Two months ago, Kael’s men had allegedly firebombed Sienna’s tour bus. No one was charged. The case went cold.

At dawn, they met Agent Park at a diner in Burbank. Park was a compact woman with knife-blade cheekbones and a voice like gravel. “Lily Thai. I heard you were scraping gum out of backseats.” Limo Patrol - Lily Thai

“Got a Code 23 at the W Hollywood. VIP refusing to exit the vehicle. Driver’s spooked.”

“Good. Diego, head to Glendale Blvd. Keep to surface streets. If you see any black SUVs, don’t brake—turn.” Park slid a file across the table

“Someone like the woman who drove the ambassador’s daughter out of Shanghai in a trunk.”

“Patrol 7 en route. Keep the meter running.” But we need someone inside his operation

Sienna met her eyes. “My brother’s new money-laundering scheme uses black car services. Luxury transports, private events, no questions asked. He’s looking for a new LA dispatcher. Someone with connections. Someone who knows the streets.”

The Navigator lurched onto the service road. The SUV hesitated, then took the main exit. Lily smiled. “They’ll loop around. Pull into the Westin loading dock. Kill the engine. Kill the lights.”

“My brother’s men. He says he wants to ‘reconcile.’ Last time he said that, my assistant ended up in a coma.”

Lily Thai smiled. She had a syndicate to infiltrate, a pop star to save, and a dozen flat tires waiting on the 405.