Chapter 25 Makes It Harder To Do The Job

The Bronx storage room was exactly how he’d left it: cold, quiet, and smelling of ancient dust and ozone.

Leo hadn’t told Foxy where he was going. He’d slipped out of the penthouse under the guise of a generic "errand," a half-truth that felt like a lead weight in his chest. He didn't want the ...

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