Chapter 32

After a bit long of silent driving towards my mission with Frasier, Fawn deigns to speak, "So, how've you been?"

I bite my cheek and take a deep breath, sparing her a glance and then facing the road, I shake my head and let the unbelief wash through me, "When I said 'mine' I meant we toss the goods in my car and I leave with it. There was no planning for a we drive through the city."

Fawn laughs and slaps the dashboard of the convertible two-seater I'd bought with all the money I stole off of Steve. It's a convertible only because I live at the Residence now, the only place where the sun shines bright through the snow, heavy clouds and winds. It's also a convertible because I'm that confident in turning every single thing my way.

Xoxia won't be covered in snow for much longer, not while we're on the case. We only have to deal with this mess of idiots standing in our way first.