8:50 PMThis was going to be a shot in the dark, Claudine thought, and not the fun kind with tequila. Her skin felt damp, like she’d just run a marathon in a plastic bag. Except the only running she’d done was of the horizontal kind, moments ago, with Drey in this cramped van. Now, the close air felt less like shared warmth and more like the prelude to a disaster movie. “There has to be another way, Drey,” she hissed, her voice barely a whisper against the van’s thin walls. Each word felt sharp and dangerous, like shards of glass about to shatter.Drey just sighed, the sound amplified in the small space. He didn’t even look at her, his gaze fixed on the dim lights of the imposing hotel building. “Baby, we went over this. A million times. This is it.”In his right hand, nestled as casually as a TV remote, was a Glock pistol. Small, black, and undeniably lethal. Claudine’s eyes kept flicking to it, a morbid fascination warring with sheer panic. “But… getting shot? Seriously? That’s the
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