Chapter 148

About an hour later, we’re sitting outside some taco place tucked into a quiet corner of lower Manhattan, not far from the South Street Seaport. The smell of roasted corn and grilled meat fills the air. Killian’s car is parked across the street—black and polished and completely out of place next to the weathered brick walls and flashing string lights of this tiny eatery.

We’re seated at a small m