"I’ll come back for you later," I said coldly, dropping the bleeding man onto the floor. The room was frozen—faces pale, hands trembling. Even the strippers stopped moving.
I didn’t bother looking back as I pushed the door open and walked out. I could still feel the weight of their eyes on my back.
I got into the car and hit the road. The engine hummed as the city blurred past. My mind, however, refused to settle.
Then my phone rang.
I picked up, still gripping the wheel. A deep voice came from the other end.
“Mr. Nathaniel—this is Attorney Klein, representing Mrs. Evelyn.”
My stomach clenched instantly.
There it was.
He didn’t need to say more. That first sentence told me everything I didn’t want to hear.
“When would you be available to come by the office? We can begin processi
