The digital vibration in my pocket felt like a direct line to a world far removed from the diesel-soaked gravel of Longroad Logistics. As I walked toward the bus stop, the cool evening air began to settle over the city, and I found myself slipping into a second layer of speculation regarding Jennifer Arnoyd’s current whereabouts.
"You're sharper than you look, Mr. Barnes," Jennifer’s voice purred through the speaker, her tone suggestive and light. "You caught me. But let's see if that intuition of yours is truly top-tier. Can you guess exactly where I’m headed right now?"
I chuckled, shifting my weight as I navigated a c***k in the sidewalk. "Well, knowing you’re alone in a strange city, surrounded by the neon nightlife, I’d wager you’re feeling a bit restless. Maybe you’re out scouting
