Chapter 65

I stare at the unfamiliar sports cars in the drive, one dark slate or black and one a sort of dark navy. Even in this darkness, I can see they are not the same colour but the same model. One is parked like it’s been abandoned, half on the grass at an angle, and something deep down tells me this means something. Mico has a four by four, it’s not here, and neither is the other car some of his other goons use. Just two new sports cars, identical except in colour and my head keeps racing back and forth to two identical twins in every way—except with different coloured eyes. Grey and blue.

Fuck!

I take a deep breath, count to ten and realise it will never be enough. If he’s here, I will never be ready to walk in that door.

Crapping myself mercilessly and having to dig deep for an ounce of courage I have inside of me. I can’t even think up a plausible lie, as nothing can explain my missing person for the last few hours. I legged it from Mico. Mico must have told him he m