Ally
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Ripper asked me as he sat in the driver’s seat looking in the rearview mirror at both me and Sara.
We both nodded, our eyes glued on the vehicles that just drove into the parking lot of the warehouse across the street. We were between two buildings in an alley. Car off, we were invisible in the shadows.
“What do you have there?” Rockstar asked Sara.
I looked at the black cloth in her hands.
“I have a couple of small glass straws that I found in Lia’s paint shack. She said I could have them. She uses them to blow paint on canvases.”
“What do you need them for?” Ripper asked.
“You’ll see,” she said with a smile.
We watched as Mr. White, Havers and eight men stepped out of the vehicles.
“There they are,” I whispered. Sara
