dark gray Ford pulled up t

lue dress, the best thing she owned. The autumn wind b

r sat in the driver's seat, wearing dar

or was spotless. There was no trash, no personal items,

e asked, rubbing her col

his eyes o

g is a nightmare. No point in ruining a good car

iety in her chest loosened. Student loans. He was

tly, a wave of genuine a

l, taking a sharp left. Kittie

the main entrance of Cit

underground VIP pa

ssing the public lot, and pulled in

d, her heart rate

oothly. "I paid him to grease the wheels. We skip

y. He was already in debt, and he was spending extr

e hood and stopped in front of her. He reached o

he heat of his skin sen

Connor murmured, his thumb

doors opened, a man in a sharp suit was w

man said, his voice dripp

pocket and handed the ma

She squeezed Connor's

ratitude, but with a sudden, sharp spike of dread. "Y

wn at her. His b

s money, Kittie,

ooked nothing like a government office. It had plush carpets, le

ammering in her throat. None of this added up. The story about the 'used Ford' and 'student loans' suddenly

A tall man in a tailored suit wal

he man said

tightening around hers. "This

she was shaking hands with one of the mo