Chapter Twenty-Four
Missing Your Shot
If you can't find the one being hustled in the poolroom, it's you.
–Unknown
Day 3—7:01PM
Casa de Griffin
ELENA
Half-angry, half-amused, Anastasia taps an almost comical foot on the pavement of Lukas’s long driveway.
“You’re f*****g crazy, Elle.”
“I know.”
“Griff is going to kill you.”
“I know that, too.”
“And you’re still going to go through with this?”
I jump in the back of the Uber parked on the side of Lukas’s house, tucking my high-heels in. I’ve got a packed bag of running shoes and a pair of sweats, if need be, but right now I’m in a black, understated but sultry dress—camouflage, in case I have to blend in. Though where I’m doing this blending… I have no earthly reasonable idea…
Back door still open, the car still in park, I can’t
