Chapter Seventeen
After a brief stop to explain why I had broken the nose of one of the most respected guards, I headed back to my car.
With no real leads to run and an uncooperative Victor Lem, the only other person I had to go to was Zoe, Darcey’s sister. Maybe sober she would be more helpful. I called the number she had given me when we’d met at the apartment.
Zoe was quiet and distant on the phone and asked if I would be willing to meet her at a location across town. It was an unusual place I’d never visited before, but I agreed anyway. I was running out of time and options.
The drive took about thirty minutes due to traffic and allowed me to consider why Zoe had likely wanted to meet where she did. If memory served correctly—and it usually did when I wasn’t drinking—Zoe and Darcey
