He had his phone to his ear.
His face said, "What the actual hell is going on."
I could tell by the way his fingers flexed. His jaw clenched. His eyes squinted in disbelief, like he was looking at an apparition. Not one woman, but three—each one tearing apart the night again like a well-dressed typhoon.
He turned his back toward the gaming floor and spoke low into his phone.
To Alec.
I knew it. I didn’t need confirmation. He was probably saying, “Boss… you’re not gonna believe this, but the three biggest distractions I’ve ever seen just walked in again and are bleeding the tables dry. One of them… is the brain.”
Me? BRAIN? OF COURSE I AM THE BRAIN. I AM DEATH with big boobies.
I am the ghost. The problem.
Then I smiled wider, like a woman who had never committed any crime worse tha
