The night was dark and cold. Nina Locke sank in the carseat and rested her forehead against the window, watching as the glowing buildings flew by. She was buried in thoughts, terrified by the discovery of Jerome's true identity.
"What should we do?" She asked Tyler, who was her chauffer that night. He offered to drive her home.
"About Jerome?"
"Yeah."
"Go to the police. He needs to be stopped as soon as possible. We are still his targets."
But there were so many 'what ifs' in her head. What if the police didn't buy her story? What if Jerome would turn this all around and make it look like her? He had managed to frame each and every g**g member to look like the criminal. Why wouldn't he do that this time to look like the innocent one?
He pulled up at her house. As they climbed out
