The roof air whipped her coat behind her as she stared outside the city.
Selene lit a cigarette, something she has not done in many years The taste was bitter. But bitter fit tonight.
She’d told Cam to find Darius.
She didn’t ask what Cam would do once he did.
That wasn’t the kind of question she liked answers to.
Her phone buzzed.
It was cam: “Target sighted. He’s not moving. Sitting on 7th and Holly, alone. No heat. No tails.” he said.
She exhaled slowly.
If he wanted to run, he could’ve. He hadn’t.
He was waiting.
Waiting for her.
Selene crushed the cigarette under her heel and turned.
He didn’t flinch when she parked beside him.
Didn’t look surprised either.
“You bring a gun?” he asked.
She cut the engine. “I bring two.”
Darius nodded once, eyes forward. “Makes sense.
