Courier started walking toward the fast-food entrance.
My pulse stayed steady.
This was the bite.
Courier entered like he belonged there. He didn’t glance around too much. He didn’t look at the cameras. He walked straight to my table.
Up close, he looked even more normal. That’s his weapon. Normal face, controlled voice.
He sat without asking.
“You’re stupid,” he said quietly.
I looked at him. “You’re the one who walked into cameras.”
He smirked. “Cameras don’t matter if nobody knows my name.”
I leaned back slightly. “That’s why you’re here. Because you want to keep it clean.”
His eyes narrowed. “You talk too much.”
I replied, “You keep showing up.”
Courier’s fingers tapped the table once. That silver ring flashed under the light.
He leaned forward. “Let’s finish this. You tak
