Friday, 1 pm.

Abandoned warehouse.

Don't be late.

Hill's text had arrived a long two days after my shrivel-dick apology. My fake shrivel-dick apology. I had to let him think he still held all the power, that I had no idea it was Rose who had leaked the information about Riley, that he could still ruin Dad's career if I slipped up one more time.

And I wouldn't.

I knocked on Tony's apartment door. It opened a crack, enough to ...