Chapter 4

As soon as I got downstairs, that familiar black Maybach was already waiting for me.

Lester was leaning against the car, cigarette butts littering the ground around his feet.

He looked like he'd dropped a lot of weight. His suit hung loose on his frame, dark shadows under his eyes, and messy stubble on his chin. When he saw me, he crushed out his cigarette and stood up straight.

Lester's eyes locked onto me, sharp and intense, like nails pinning me in place.

"Amalie," he called, his voice raw and raspy.

I didn't even slow down, just headed straight for…