Liam stopped walking.
He ducked behind a parked Honda, crouching low as he peered around the side.
His eyes scanned the street ahead, landing on the sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked directly in front of his building.
'She's really here.'
The car was impossible to miss. Glossy midnight black paint that reflected the streetlights like a mirror.
Chrome grille gleaming.
The Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament catching the light. The thing was massive—easily seven feet wide—and looked completely out of place on this street with its cracked sidewalks and faded apartment buildings.
He stared at it for a long moment, then shook his head.
'Nothing says "I'm asking to get robbed" like parking a hundred-thousand-dollar car in front of a building where half the mailboxes don't even lock.'
He rubbed the back of his head and let out a long sigh, his shoulders dropping as he accepted defeat.
