Cruz:
I finished up the last bit of club bullshit just after ten.
Accounting, routes, drop-offs — the usual.
Told the guys not to wait up.
They knew exactly where I was going.
And none of them gave me s**t for it.
Hell, a few of them smirked. Knox even whistled low under his breath as I strapped on my cut and headed out the door.
I didn’t care.
Let them talk.
She was worth it.
By eleven, I swung by the Chinese place she liked — the same one got last week when she got stuck working a double.
Egg rolls. Orange chicken. Wonton soup.
I memorized her order.
Like I memorized everything about her.
By the time I pulled up to her place, it was almost 11:30.
The neighborhood was dark, dead quiet.
The kind of stillness that felt heavy, like the whole world was sleeping but me.
Good.
