For the first time since I took this new, freaky job I decided to make use of the car I was offered. The black town car waits for me at the entrance and as I get in I am surprised to find Buzzcut behind the wheel.
I thought he was Alex’s personal security guard/driver. I guess I was wrong.
“Hi,” I greet him with a friendly smile.
“Good evening, Miss Capristo,” he says professionally as he starts the engine and eases into the New York traffic.
I would be faster on foot, but I didn’t feel like walking tonight. I just wanted a moment of quiet. A moment all to myself.
“How do you know where we are going?” I ask when I notice that he didn’t even ask where we are headed. But I know we are on the way to the hospital.
“It’s my job to know,” he smiles.
“Alex told you,” I
