Again—typical Donald Blackwood. Drop cryptic comments and expect everyone else to scramble. He’d show up, eat, criticize something, and leave like he’d done the world a favor. Still, there was something in his voice tonight. Something strange. Lighter, almost amused. And that crying...
I shook the thought off and pulled out of the lot. The city lights blurred past my window as I drove, but all I could think about now was Genesis. Her sheepish smile.
I pressed down on the accelerator just a little more.
As I drove, my eyes stayed fixed on the road, but another incoming call flashed on the screen. I glanced away from the road just long enough to connect it to the car’s speaker with a tap on the steering wheel.
“Kier Blackwood,” I answered, and immediately loud music and noise blasted int
