Chapter 49

• —Killian—
• The warm breeze filters through the car as we open the windows, enjoying the drive down the Long Island Expressway.
• Lena's display of toys leaves me absolutely fucking speechless. When she said she has a car, I expected a little bright colored girly piece of plastic with fluffy dice hanging from the rear-view mirror. But no, parked in front of me is a Maserati, the exact model I was trying to get my hands on a year ago but was told it was no longer available.