Rett

I tapped my pen on the top of my desk as Cole Kensington gave me some fucking excuse about what had gone down last night on the river walk. Cole was young, but he’d put in his time for me over the last few years, making his way up in the ranks by being street savvy and a quick thinker. The longer he talked, the more I believed I’d been sold a bill of goods. Other players had come and gone who made their way on looks, a smart tongue, and just ...