My spine locked instantly into a rigid, freezing line. I didn't need to turn around to know that exact vocal register. It was Chloe.
"I told you, didn't I?" Julian Vance’s lazy, arrogant drawl echoed off the low laminate ceiling. "If you want to see how the valley rats actually live, you have to catch them in their natural habitat after midnight. Look at this place. I think the grease on the walls is older than my father's conglomerate portfolio."
I kept my back to them, my fingers clenching the burlap rag so hard the dirty water pooled around my knuckles. Through the dark reflection of the grease-stained window in front of me, I watched the entourage filter in. There were six of them. Julian was leading the team, his expensive Garrison Heights uniform blazer tossed carelessly over one s
