Riley POV
The bowl of soup barely touches my sides. I sigh, shoving the empty bowl away, and then hear my phone vibrate. I grab it and quickly place it to my ear.
"Riles. Long time, kiddo. How's life treating you?"
Ricardo. My old trainer and genuine lifesaver. I felt nostalgia settle in.
"Rough, but I'm hanging in there. Need to find somewhere else to train, though, now that I'm out of the academy," I confessed.
"That's why I'm calling, kid. Got a new gym several blocks away from your address," he drawled, "private and discreet. Only my most important clients get to train there."
"You flatter me," I teased, "but how am I meant to get in without a key?"
"You of little faith. It's electronic. Download the link and then the key. Put in the authorisation code I sent you, and then al
