Bruce
"Why weren’t you there?" Maloney asked me for what felt like the 100th time.
"I wasn’t there because I had something to deal with. But I’m going to visit myself. I’ll pop by and say hello," I said, twirling an old coin in my hand. The cold metal did some to calm me. Not as much as Michelle did, though.
I looked down at the streets littered with people. One dark Maybach caught my attention. It didn’t seem out of place; after all, the hotel I was in was one of those well-known and expensive ones—all on Maloney’s bill. He was the owner, after all. It was out of place because the hotel was supposed to be closed right now.
The door opened to reveal a dark-clad foot, and then another. The hand that grabbed the door wore a ring. While I could not see the insignia on it, I knew what it w
