Valerica eyed the envelope suspiciously. "Why help me?"
"Only for those I don't want to find," the man replied. He gestured to the seat opposite him. "Please. Sit."
The man smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. He snapped his fingers, and one of the bodyguards handed him a sleek, black envelope. He placed it on top of the photograph. valerica steele maximo
"Drive," Maximo commanded the car.
The man chuckled, a dry, rasping sound. "Everyone is looking for Maximo. Some want his money. Some want his head. What do you want, Miss Steele?" Valerica eyed the envelope suspiciously
As Valerica slid into the leather interior, the privacy screen rolled down. The man sitting inside wasn't the one from the club. He was younger, sharper, wearing a tuxedo that fit him perfectly. He held a glass of champagne and looked at her with an amused, predatory glint in his eye.
"You want to see Maximo?" the man asked softly. "There is a gathering tonight. The Black Iris Gala. Invitation only. The man you think is Maximo will be there." "Please
Valerica ignored the glass, her hand tightening on her weapon under her jacket. The game had changed. She wasn't the hunter anymore.