XANDER
After a few more minutes of driving, I finally roll up to The Tats Machine downtown. The joint is buzzing today. There's a tattooed dude mopping the floor, another one giving the walls a fresh coat of paint, and a bunch of impatient customers sitting in the lobby.
I stroll past the front desk and directly set out to the billiards room where Jace usually hangs when he's off the clock. The place is empty, and there's no sign of him anywhere. I already shot him a message letting him know I'm here.
I head back to the front desk and wait patiently for like three minutes while this cool black chick with killer dreadlocks and star tattoos on her nape finishes up a p*****t.
"Hey Lizzie, where's Jace?" I ask their full-time receptionist once the dreadlocks girl bounces.
"Oh, I thought y
