Chapter 158

• AMARIS POV
• I couldn’t tell if I was more irritated or intrigued as I made my way to meet Ellison. This time, we’d picked a different spot somewhere with privacy, a place with sealed doors and no chance of eavesdropping. Fortunately, such a place existed in Philadelphia: a discreet little restaurant owned by an old friend of Lazaro’s.
• It took me over thirty minutes to get there, buried deep in Chestnut Hill. I wasn’t thrilled about the detour. More than an hour wasted commuting, when I could be at home working on my new project. I only hoped whatever Ellison had to share was worth the disruption.