Previously – Chapter 4: Welcome Back, Mr. Dalton Jake’s face froze at 11:40 on a Tuesday with his mouth open and one eye shut, and it held there long enough for Lila to screenshot it, … Against All Odds – Chapter 5: Clean Squares in the DustRead more
Ignacio has the door open before the car stops. The suite is comped, the folio shows a zero, and over breakfast Lila asks how much of it is true.
Previously – Chapter 2: What He Wrote on His Wrist The gondolier had a fine voice and a terrible dispatcher, and Lila could only concentrate on one of them. “Fourteen boats,” she said. “Mm.” “Two … Against All Odds – Chapter 3: Page Thirty-OneRead more
Previously – Chapter 1: Fateful Encounter Level five of the Bellagio self-park held seven cars at six in the morning, and Jake Dalton had been sitting in one of them for fifty-one minutes with the … Against All Odds – Chapter 2: What He Wrote on His WristRead more
The text came in at 3:52, eight minutes before the meeting, which meant Curt Reisman had known since roughly ten that morning and had spent six hours deciding how to phrase it. rain check!! traveling, … Against All Odds – Chapter 1: Fateful EncounterRead more