POV: BRIGAIL
She had been walking for ten minutes before she realized she was heading the wrong direction.
The Obsidian Ace's lights were already visible at the end of the strip. She had been walking toward them without deciding to. She stopped at the curb and a silver BMW blew past so close she felt the air move against her face.
She stood there.
She should go home. She had a lunch shift in five hours. She had a stack of bills she was going to have to solve with math she didn't like doing. She had absolutely no business standing on a sidewalk in the dark staring at a casino that belonged to a man who had made it very clear he was done with her.
She walked toward it anyway.
She told herself it was about the apology. About the Mandalay job, working on his turf without telling him. It
