Chapter 4
Monday, April 4th LindsayMy car skidded into the parking lot at Allen Security Firm. I was late, and I knew it. The car fishtailed in the fresh gravel, and I hit the brakes as I steered it into a parking spot by the front door between Damien’s black Ford Mustang and a beat-up minivan. The rest of the lot was empty except for a black cargo van sitting in front of the tall garage doors around the back of the building. Allen Security Firm detailed in silver letters on its side. Pulling the visor down, I fluffed my hair and applied a fresh layer of lip gloss before grabbing my purse and hustling in through the glass doors.
The doors slid closed behind me with a soft whoosh. My boot heels clicked across the cement floor as I made my way to the reception desk. The scent of coffee per
