16Julian
The black Lincoln is already waiting when I step outside.
“I told them you were busy, but they insisted on this meeting,” Lucas says, melting out of the shadows near the house. “I figured it was best to let you know.”
I nod and walk over to the car.
The window in the back rolls down. “Let’s take a ride,” Frank says, unlocking the door. “We need to talk.”
I give him a hard look. “I don’t think so. If you want to talk, we’re going to do it right here.”
Frank studies me, likely wondering how much he can push me, and I see the exact moment he decides not to annoy me further.
“All right.” He climbs out of the car, his gray suit stretching across his round stomach. “If you don’t mind the nosy neighbors, sure.”
I scope out our surroundings with a practiced glance. Unfortunately,
