Chapter 175

• Candice’s voice cut through the storm of curses and breaking glass like a sharp, practiced blade.
• “Venessa, calm down,” she urged, her tone slick and rehearsed. “The email said eight million in twenty-four hours they’re after money, that’s all. Pay them. Problems that can be solved with money aren’t problems at all.”
• I could almost hear Venessa’s teeth grind from where I stood, her voice spitting venom, “Eight million in a day! Where the hell am I supposed to get that kind of cash?”