We finished our meal, got our coats, and stepped back out into the cool night. There were more cameras and more questions, but Chance and I ignored them all. He'd given his answers, and they didn't need to know anything else.
Tom pulled the limo right up the curb, and I climbed in first, followed by Chance. Within moments, we were moving.
Movement at the other end of the limo near the privacy window caught my eye, and I flinched. A scream snagged in my throat as David Whitsworth, aka Beady Eyes, slid forward until he was in front of us. Chance went rigid beside me, and I could feel him vibrating with fear or rage. I couldn't tell which. My heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat instantly coated my palms.
David's face was twisted, and those eyes of his were narrowed and bright with ri
