Marcus POV (Security Head)
I sat in the front seat of a beat-up gray van that I had rented specifically because it wouldn't stand out in this neighborhood, and I watched the rain start to smear the grime on the windshield while I waited for something to happen at Krystal’s apartment building.
My coffee had gone cold an hour ago and the plastic cup was sitting in the holder, but I didn't want to open the door to throw it out because the air in this part of Queens was thick with the smell of wet garbage and car exhaust.
I had been sitting there since four in the afternoon, watching people trudge home from work and listening to the static on the van's radio, and I kept wondering why a man like Silas Valerius was so obsessed with a girl who lived in a place where the front door didn't eve
