He let go of my waist, and the sudden loss of his support made me sway. I turned, my legs feeling like lead as I staggered back toward the idling Mercedes. Vance was standing by the door, his face a stone mask, his eyes tracking my erratic movement. I yanked the rear door open, leaning deep into the cabin to block Jason's view from the sidewalk.
"Please, no questions," I hissed, my voice low and frantic. "I don't have time. I need your burner."
Vance didn't hesitate. With a flicker of his wrist, he tossed the small, dark phone onto the seat. I snatched it and my purse in one motion, burying the device deep under my compact and keys. I fumbled for my gloss, clicked the door shut, and turned back.
I swiped the color over my lips as I walked back to Jason, my smile wide and vacant. "All re
