“Have a safe drive to Wyoming, Sebastian,” Nick chuckled:Translation Tools & Resources
“Don’t forget to clean out your desk before noon.”
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I did not drive to Wyoming.
I did not deposit the fifty-thousand-dollar check.
I sat in my car until Nick and Carter’s shadows disappeared through the tinted glass double doors of the lobby.Desks
Then, I picked up the envelope from the passenger seat.
I did not open it.
I slid it into the interior pocket of my suit coat, right over my heart, feeling the heavy, crisp weight of the bank draft pressing against my ribs like a lead sinker.
I reached down to the floorboards beneath the driver’s seat.
There, tucked inside the spare tire compartment beneath the trunk carpet—where I had placed it three minutes after the paramedics loaded the woman into the ambulance on Route 6—was an item that Carter Holbrook would have burned half of Denver to possess:
