Olivia POV

It was a dark street at the bottom of Bad Stuy; there was little movement of people coming and going—just ordinary people going about their ordinary lives without posing serious danger. I was still inside the car, parked right outside a diner that looked like one of the hundreds it had scattered all over New York. My heart was beating a little faster than usual. On the bench next to me, I was testing two bags loaded with cash.

I was nervous; I didn't know these people, and I ...