Grayson arrived at Noorjahan, just as Casey asked. But he didn't go inside.
Her instructions were explicit: "Soon as you get to the parking lot, call me."
Grayson pulled out his burner, and dialed her burner.
"Good evening, Tremaine." Casey's voice sounded different. Confident. Dangerous somehow. He liked it.
"Okay, Shock," he replied. "I'm here."
"Cool. Now turn around. Do you see the food truck across the street?"
Frowning, Grayson turned. Sure enough, there was a Mexican food truck right across the street. It had a long line in front, surprising for this time of night.
"Okay," he said. "Got it."
Casey said, "Personally, I recommend the tacos al pastor but, really, everything's good there."
"You want me to grab something from a food truck?" Grayson asked, disappointed. He was
