Chapter Twenty-Seven
Zhi sped down the streets, thankful for the horsepower in his car, uncaring of the speed limits on the street. He wasn’t one for breaking the law, but if the authorities came after him, he would definitely use his connections to get out of the jam and get to where he needed to be.
Blessedly, the streets were mostly empty at the early hour. The cops must still be at breakfast. He made it to the address on the solicitor’s card faster than a magician could pull a rabbit out of his hat.
Zhi parked, taking up two spaces. He leaped out of the car, uncertain if the door had closed. He hadn't changed or showered. Not because of the plumbing, which was still being repaired. But because he didn't care. Getting to Spin or Eleanor or whoever she was, was more important than any
