It was my turn to shake my head. “You’re such a drama queen, Evan,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee. “Besides, Chief said he isn’t sure that it’s Sims doing it. He looks clean on paper. Too clean if you ask me. So if he isn’t the one, he damn sure knows who is. That I’ll lay money on.”
Evan pulled our rented Ferrari up at the front of the Sphinx Nightclub. It was one of the most exclusive clubs in the city. You had to know someone who slept with someone who had money to even get in the door. Only the wealthiest played here. And tonight, Evan and I were amongst the elite. Heads turned to stare at us as we stepped out of the shiny new Ferrari. Evan tossed the keys to the eager valet as if he did it every day..
WARNING: STEAMY CONTENT. READING DEVICE MAY MELT. READ WITH CAUTION. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.