tes of Woodlawn Cemetery. She stepped

dirty water against her boots. She collapsed t

tan," she tol

r frozen legs. Lila leaned her head against the cold glass of the window. She wa

his stare. It felt like a phys

top in front of a rundown antique shop. A f

back out into the rain. She pushed the heavy wooden do

e and tarnished mirrors. At the back of the shop, be

ode into the keypad. The h

warm, smelling of expensive cigars and old paper. The light

glass of bourbon in one hand and a thin cigar in the ot

e face. She frowned. She picked up a dry ca

. She rubbed it rough

aid. Her voice was

clinked sharply. "You are out of your mind. That fune

elf a glass of ice water and drank it in one long swallow.

d the edge of the bar. "He doesn't care about anyone. He look

ulled out a thick manila envelope. She threw i

few grainy photos slid out, along

movements are encrypted. He uses burner phones. He doesn't h

o of Leo walking out of a ni

ever keeps them overnight. Do not think you can play

dropped the photo. "I don't need his he

Her grip was tight. "Lila, listen to me. Once you cross

of her mother's blood pooling on the floor f

other died," Lila said. Her voice

ack of clothes stood against the wall. High-end dress

an her fingers over the fabrics. "If he is p

arms. "How? He do

und a black silk shirt. The fabric w

ld up the dark garment. "But his public theater is not. Tomorrow is Sunday. He go

at the thin shirt in Lila's h

was soft, but her grip on the silk was white-knuckled.