Twenty-Four - MeyerMalibu wasn’t exactly a small area and I didn’t have an exact address, so I was just driving up and down the streets, searching for…something. I didn’t even know what it was. A motorcycle parked out from with the license plate reading Cain? Or maybe I was supposed to be looking for a conspicuous cab that said out of service due to kidnapping.
The houses weren’t just houses, I noted. They were mansions. Probably a mixture of McMansions and custom jobs, but they were all huge and excessive. I wouldn’t mind some of the finer things, I supposed, even a bigger place to live, especially if Nadia and I—
I cut off that train of thought before it could go any further. And not because I didn’t think I’d find Nadia. I would find Nadia, but I wasn’t the settling down type, and she
