Vanessa
I take a deep breath as the coolness of the night wraps around my face.
The light breeze gently lifts my hair while José hums behind me, spinning the car keys around his finger in a steady rhythm.
He walks around the front of the Range Rover to join me, and with a smug flick of his hand, he gestures toward the townhouse.
“This way.”
I scan the two-story building with a critical eye. It doesn’t look like much from the outside—paint is peeling in several spots—and I remember the inside is sparsely furnished. I can only imagine what Michael could do with the two million dollars he's demanding from me...
“By the way,” José says as we climb the front steps. “Who was that guy with you, huh?”
His serious expression sends a chill down my spine. He still has the stick of his lollipop
