Chapter 45

I drew in the night air, letting it fill my lungs like a promise of something new, as Theodore drove us through the quiet streets. The whole debacle at the club had been caught on my phone. Howard Banks wouldn’t be bothering anyone again. “You’ve got that broody look again,” Theodore said, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. I stared out the window, watching the amber streetlights smear across the glass. “Just thinking.” “About?” His scent shifted, curious and a little hopeful. “Work stuff,” I lied smoothly, though my mind was elsewhere—on Sharon, and how she vanished with the old 'bathroom break' excuse. I doubted she actually needed the ladies’ room. More likely, she’d been lurking nearby, waiting for Howard’s drug to kick in so she could swoop in and find us tangled in his trap. I wondered how pissed she’d been when it all unraveled. “So... not thinking about Darius?” Theodore asked, voice too casual to be casual. I reached over and patted his head like I might a spoiled pupp