After getting the money, we immediately returned to the place we were staying. Finn and Jeremy were buzzing with excitement, talking nonstop about how generous Rosalind was the entire way back.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at these two "fair-weather" friends. Before we got the money, they were ready to go head-to-head with Rosalind, and now they couldn't stop singing her praises. If Rosalind knew about this, who knew what she'd think?
But just as we reached the door, we noticed it was open. My heart skipped a beat. Could Vincent have tracked us down here?
Finn immediately reached for his gun, but I grabbed his hand to stop him. "Don't pull that out so casually," I warned. Sure, guns were legal here, but we needed a permit. And we were gangsters. What permits did we have?
I motioned
