Hanlon scrubbed a hand over his face. “Then come by the gym.”
“Work out. Keep your mind occupied until the trial. Plus, you won’t have to worry about anyone sneaking up on you.” His lips lifted into a grin. “Can you fight?”
“Can a duck swim?” I failed to see how bobbing and weaving would help me with my problem.
Hanlon’s eyes lit up. “I have the perfect plan. You can train with my guys at the fight camp in El Domingo. You’ll stay at the house. Nobody will come looking for you there. I just need to speak with Belita and get it approved.”
I started to argue against the idea, but then I shut my mouth. Frankly, I needed to get out of town, and Hanlon’s suggestion might work. But something nagged the shit out of me. My gut kept telling me there was a catch to his plan.
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