“Corner of River and Third. Forty minutes.”
Then the line goes dead.
Cursing, I grab my keys and storm out of the office. Jax and Gaiman are on the other side of the door,but neither one asks where I’m going.
I’m at the corner of River and Third in twenty minutes. It doesn’t make sense to have come early, butmy adrenaline is pumping. I need f*****g answers. What I don’t need is to sit and brood in my office.The devil knows I’ve done plenty of that this week.
I wait on a downslope next to a bridge, hidden from the sight of cars passing overhead. The sound ofthe river running melts into the traffic sounds. A blur of white noise to blot out my senses and give mea moment’s peace from the endless f*****g thinking.
Despite all that, I know the minute she’s arrived. The expensive whiff of Ch
