Empire of Lust
I ask, sipping at my coffee.
I decided to go with Ava’s drink today, finding the sweet blend with a bitter kick appealing.
“That is one mean mofo,” Marcus answers. “I managed to plant another tracker on his car, though. I wouldn’t call him the brightest bulb in the pack,” he adds with a mischievous grin.
He pulls out his phone and enters the tracking information for the new plant. A green dot pops up on his screen.
“Got’em,” he says, flashing the screen at me. “And there’s this,” he continues, sliding me a piece of paper across the table.
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