This meeting might be my one chance to flip the script. A valuable enough bargaining chip to get him off my back—forever.
My heart’s already pounding when Alexis gets up from his chair.
"You hungry?" he asks, fishing through his jeans pocket.
He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and places one between his lips.
"A bit," I admit.
Well, actually, I’m starving, but at the same time, my brain is spinning. Three days. I’ve got three days to figure out what to do with everything I just learned.
"I’ve got to make an important call—and grab some tacos."
Alexis grabs his jacket off the chair and throws it over his shoulder:
"Don’t leave the room. I’ll be back."
"Promise."
He gives me a confident smile, and then the door slams shut behind him.
Left alone, I try to process how this informatio
