EATING BREAKFAST WITH SINCLAIR in public was as awkward as anyone probably could have guessed. We ended up at Wallflower Diner and entered what was supposed to be a private booth in the very back of the bright yellow diner. The moment I had walked in with Sinclair, Carla, and Bruiser trailing behind me, the entire diner had gone eerily silent. Because before now, all the rumors had mostly been just that, rumors. And while, yes, people had believed them, no one had really truly seen with their own eyes that I was with Sinclair Buchanan and hanging out with Sinnerman's right-hand man and that same man's wife. As we had walked over to an empty table located near the back of Wallflower and tucked into a small corner, a timid looking waitress—dressed in one of the bright yellow uniforms that co
