Chapter 41

Dario

I leaned against the hood of the old Corvette, my gaze fixed on the soft line of trees around the lake as I tried to clear my mind. Lately, my usual distractions—guns, fighting, and cars—weren’t working.

My mind kept drifting back to …

The slight rasp of a throat clearing dragged me back from whatever cloud I’d been about to drift off to. I turned up the long rear driveway towards the guesth