130 A Fortune

I sent Daley a message telling him that I needed to leave for a while. And I gave him a brief explanation of why I was leaving. He replied one word: Okay.

So Tommy drove me in his silver BMW to a high-end apartment just two blocks from the hotel. We took the elevator from the parking lot to the top floor, and soon the doors opened. Tommy stuck out his index finger at the Smart Gate and typed in his fingerprint.

The lights automatically turned on and a large house appeared when we entered the room. Tommy helped me put my handbag on the shelf carefully, then he stopped in front of the refrigerator.

“Beer or soda?” He asked me as he opened the fridge door.

“Soda,” I answered, sitting on the white leather couch.

“Give me a minute, I'll get your mother's diary for you.” Tommy handed me a soda and turned around to the stairs.

A light white puff of smoke came out quickly as I opened the bottle. I took a sip of the soda. It was orange.