Chapter 41 The Fool

• Ruby squinted at the black Mustang, wondering how a man who drove such a luxurious car model could not afford a proper hotel for his rendezvous.
• Squinting her eyes, she counted to ten and turned around. Then found a discreet corner, with a great view of the entrance, and hoped he was at least a one-minute man.
• However, Salvatore Axton emerged exactly ninety minutes later. He wiped his fingers with a handkerchief as he returned to the steering wheel.