Wrecked by my enemy
Elias looked past Damien’s broad shoulder, his eyes tracking down through the twenty-foot pane of plate glass to the club’s gravel turnaround three stories below.
A long, black Suburban was idling by the entrance, its headlights cutting through the river fog like two brilliant white searchlights. The engine was running, a thin wisp of exhaust drifting up into the damp air. Inside the vehicle, the red indicator light on the dashboard caught the tinted glass, casting a dull, bloody crimson glow across the leather seats—the exact color of fresh beef.
And then, from the small, black cellular unit that sat inside Sophia’s open leather bag on the limestone table, the low-frequency speaker gave a s
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