Chapter 71: The Look-Alike
(Scarlet's POV)
Arthur Thorne finally agreed. It cost me the USB drive and a promise to disappear, but the deal was struck.
I sat in the back of the black sedan, watching the city blur past the tinted window. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out.
Damon. A single question mark on the screen.
I typed a reply. "18 minutes. Better be decent."
I watched the screen. He read it immediately. A moment later, a reply popped up: "......"
A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. He was impatient. Good.
For the next eighteen minutes, I didn't send him my location. Instead, I snapped photos of random, ugly graffiti blurring by on the roadside walls. I sent them one by one.
"Bored," I captioned a particularly hideous neon tag.
The car slowed as w
