Chapter 3

At seven the next morning, I pulled back the curtains and glanced downstairs.

My hand paused in the air, and I was stunned.

Twelve black Maybachs were parked in a perfect line, taking up the entire alley.

Their glossy paint reflected the morning light, forming a solid black wall.

Next to each car stood a man in a black suit and white gloves, standing as straight as soldiers.

A crowd had gathered at the neighborhood entrance, with people craning their necks to see inside, and the security guards couldn't hold them back.

The door of the lead car swung open.