Rose POV
We dropped Sofia at a hotel on Commonwealth Avenue.
It was James's idea. Not somewhere connected to him. Not somewhere Tony would check. A mid-range place, booked under a different name, three nights paid in cash; Marcus had arranged it by the time we pulled up.
Sofia got out of the car with her coat and her phone.
She stood on the pavement, looked at the entrance for a second, then back at us through the open door.
"Thank you," she said.
I didn’t say anything. Nothing I had was clean enough to say. So I just nodded and she closed the car door and walked in.
James pulled back out into traffic.
Neither of us spoke for a while.
The city slid past the windows the way it always did; indifferent. Going about its Wednesday like nothing had shifted. Like there wasn’t a phone in
