(Author's POV)
Juliette shook her head. "No, really. I'll figure it out."
"Suit yourself," the man said.
He turned and walked out, his bodyguards falling in behind him. He didn't look back once.
Juliette stood on the curb, watching the taillights of the black car pull away. She raised her hand for a cab. Nothing stopped. She told herself she'd pay the fare when she got home, borrow cash from a neighbor if she had to.
A few blocks down, Nathan sat behind the wheel, glancing in the side mirror. He saw her standing there, alone, arms wrapped around herself.
"Sir," he said. "That's her. Still out there."
Knox didn't look up from his phone. "Not our problem."
"It's almost one in the morning," Nathan said. "This whole strip is full of drunks. A woman standing there by herself, that's not
