When Allison "Allie" Brooks stepped out of Cherry Scoop, a crisp envelope containing $20,000 rested in her hand.
She sighed, running her fingers over its edge. This was her peace offering, a price she had to pay to settle things.
Allie fished the business card from her pocket—the one the driver had given her after the incident. With a deep breath, she dialed the number printed on it.
“Yes?” The voice on the other end was low and commanding, carrying an air of authority that made Allie’s pulse quicken.
“Uh, hello, is this Mr. Smith? I’m Allie Brooks, the one who… ran into your car. I’ve got the money for compensation.
When and where would it be convenient for you?”
There was a brief pause before the man’s deep voice responded. “Cash?”
“Yes,” Allie confirmed, her voice faltering sli
