SIERRA
[Observation: Target has a lean appetite and notices the smallest details about a person and makes them feel noticed, albeit exposed.]
“I cannot believe you made me come here!”
Howard scowled at me as we climbed out of his car. “I'm pretty sure that I shouldn't be three feet next to this guy.”
“Quit your whining,” I said. “It's only dinner.”
The host in the restaurant led us to a secluded table, where Dante was already seated.
He held my gaze as I approached, his hair neatly smoothed back with gel, and his body filled a dark suit. Did I mention my heart was beating hard against my chest?
“Well, he's punctual.” I whispered as we got to the table.
Howard leaned down, whispering back. “For a criminal.”
Dante tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. Howard grunted when I dug my
