NICOLE

I step back and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm dressed pretty formally in black dress pants and a satin blouse. My hair is tied back. I mean business and I want The Bruiser to know that.

I drive to the location of the restaurant. I second-guess myself until the last possible second, when I park the car.

"Here we go," I whisper to myself, reaching for my bag on the passenger's seat.

I walk into the restaurant and someone comes to me right away—the manager. "Good ...