Ivory POV
The city lights below suddenly felt like cold, mocking eyes. The sirens weren't just background noise anymore, they were a scream, tearing through the quiet of our perfect moment. The red and blue flashes danced across the hood of the Mustang, turning Daniel’s pale face into a flickering mask of shadows.
"A bag of what?" I whispered, my voice trembling so hard I could barely get the words out. "Daniel, what are you talking about? I haven't been near Stella’s locker in weeks!"
"It doesn't matter if you were there or not," Daniel hissed, his fingers flying across his phone screen as he ignored three incoming calls from unknown numbers. "They found a stash. A big one. High grade stuff, Ivory. And there’s a ledger. A notebook with your handwriting or a damn good fake of it listin
