The Maserati purred as Chloe eased it into the parking lot of the luxury apartment estate. Sunlight gleamed off its sleek, deep black paint, drawing the eyes of everyone nearby.

Zoe was still gaping at the dashboard like she was trying to memorize every inch of it. “Okay… one more time,” she said, her voice pitched somewhere between disbelief and suspicion. “Whose car is this? And don’t you dare tell me it’s yours unless you’re about to follow that up with ‘I won the ...