ROMAN

I light my tenth cigarette of the last hour and lean against the side of my car, smoking it. It's past midnight and I'm standing in front of Mason's apartment building.

The only reason I'm here is because Nikki told me they'd be heading back Sunday evening when we last spoke. I've been here for four fucking hours now, and there's no sign of them. I've called the police. I've got my lawyer working overtime to try to figure out what the hell is going on in that piece of shit ...