Ellis POV

The rental car rolled smoothly toward the hotel. A five-star, high-security place catering to V.I.P.s it looked like a fortress from the outside.

“Pretty, ain’t it?” Uncle Anthony asked from the back, his knees up near his ears.

“It’s what's inside that counts,” I said.

I parked in an out-of-the-way spot, the rented Lexus blending in with the other dark luxury cars. Highlighted in spots by a bright orange Ferrari or the like.

“Stay ...