Chapter Twenty-Four
I’m back in the restaurant, the Uzbek delicacies I’ve consumed sitting like frozen cement in my stomach as a single horrific thought circles through my mind.
Nero is going to die.
I leap to my wobbly feet, snatch my phone out of my blazer pocket with a shaking hand, and summon myself a ride.
Nero is going to be betrayed by Claudia, the woman he’s fighting so hard to save.
Luckily, there are a ton of car services nearby, so one arrives before I sprint on foot to JFK. Jumping in, I bribe the driver to hurry.
If traffic permits, we’ll get to the airport in twenty minutes.
My plan is simplicity itself. I’m going to find Nero and warn him—and the sooner I catch up with him, the better.
The question is whether I’ll make it in time.
I know that a day from my perspecti
