Chapter 29

David ignores my initial shock at his suggestion of taking me to shoot guns. He simply hands me my coffee, tells me I need to be ready in twenty minutes, and leaves the kitchen.

I blink at the empty doorway for a good minute before the smell of the coffee in my hand brings me back to my senses.

Shooting a gun is a very specific skill set—a very handy one, now that I’m involved with the mafia. And the fact that he is going to teach me this skill means he is assuming I don’t know how to shoot.

But I do.

My mind stays occupied as I finish my coffee, get dressed, and leave the apartment with David. I can play this so many different ways: lying, being honest, being halfway honest...

By the time we reach our destination, I still haven’t made up my mind because I’m suddenly trying to figure out where we are