Chapter 3

Inside the car, Scarface passed me a laptop and a cell phone.

I didn't get to work right away. First, I grabbed a glass of water for myself.

My hands were shaking a bit—not out of fear, just my body catching up after everything.

"What's your name?" Scarface asked. He sat across from me and lit a cigarette.

"Sarah Evans," I replied.

"I'm Jack Wood," he said, blowing out a smoke ring. "That bastard, Gordon, owes me a million dollars on a construction deal. And he even had someone break my leg. Honestly, I came here today ready to make…