Chapter Fifteen
As soon as I return to reality, I frantically put the Brooklyn address from the contract into my phone.
Crap.
I’ll never make it in time with current traffic conditions.
I tinker with the app to see if I can do so on foot. Nope. I’d be there even later.
I look up from the phone. “Stop the car!”
The driver looks at me like I’m insane, and with good reason—because of the traffic, we’re standing still already.
Without wasting time on farewells or explanations, I jump out of the car and run through the sea of vehicles until I see a ray of hope parked illegally next to the Starbucks on the other side of the road, where the traffic is moving swiftly.
It’s a Vespa—a pink clone of the one I used to own.
I sprint for it and pray the owner doesn’t come out in the next few se
