Chapter 2
“f**k,” Cujo swore. He circled the street again and didn’t see the parking garage Caleb had told him about. Cujo’s admiration of the skyscrapers he had seen in the distance as he left New Jersey for New York had dissipated once he navigated the city’s streets. His GPS didn’t give him any idea where one could be found even though Caleb had said it was only two city blocks away from the Chelsea brownstone. Cujo figured that the concrete jungle he found himself in prevented his phone’s mapping system from giving exact turn-by-turn directions. Hell, even the sun seemed obscured by the buildings right now. He’d already figured out where Caleb and Sebastian’s apartment was situated. That was easy. The art gallery landmarks Caleb had mentioned stuck out. Their apartment was two doors d
