The Waitress Who Exposed a Dynasty and Reclaimed Her Family Legacy
I stood up, keeping close to the brick wall of the restaurant.
I reached into my pocket to make sure the deed was still there.
It was safe.
I ran down the alley, the cold rain stinging my face.
My car was parked two blocks away.
I needed to get to Denise’s office before Nico realized I was gone.
The streetlights reflected off the wet asphalt, casting long, shivering shadows.
As I reached the end of the alley, a pair of headlights flashed on.
A black sedan pulled out from the curb, blocking my path.
The driver’s side door opened.
A man in a dark suit stepped out into the rain.
He looked directly at me.
“Going somewhere, Harper?” he asked.
I stopped, my heart racing.
I backed up, but the alley behind me was a dead end.
I looked to my left, where a narrow gap between two buildings led toward the main street.
I bolted into the gap, my sneakers splashing in the puddles.
I could hear his heavy footsteps pursuing me.
I burst onto the sidewalk of the main street.