Date = 25 June
Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)
POV - Aria
Calm as a queen waiting for her pawn, with arms crossed, gun in one hand, casually leaning against the bonnet of a black van, is the b***h.
She wears a black trench coat like she’s in a mafia-themed perfume commercial. Tall, blonde, deadly … in cherry-red Prada heels. She looks like she stepped off a runway and onto a hit list.
Cindy. The one who kicked me with her pointy shoes.
I’m just a few feet away, hiding behind a navy blue BMW. I carefully drop my boots and kneel next to the back tire.
“Took you long enough,” she snaps when Lee gets close. So this was a planned meeting.
Why would he come here all by himself? I definitely wouldn’t.
I’m beginning to suspect that once your loony meter redlines, logic packs i
