CHAPTER 11
VIOLET
Time blurred as we drove. Lucas turned the radio on, and I counted nine songs before the car swung left, trundled down a short slope, reversed, and then stopped.
“Are we here?”
“We are.”
“Now what?”
Lucas reached over and took off my blindfold, and I realised we were in an underground parking garage filled with expensive cars. A Ferrari, several Porsches, enough Mercedes and BMWs to start a dealership.
“What type of car is this?” I asked Lucas.
“A Maserati.”
“It’s yours?”
He nodded. “I asked a friend to drop it off for us tonight. You need to put your shoes back on.”
My mouth went dry as I slid my feet into the plain black stilettos, and Lucas climbed out to open my door. Our footsteps echoed as we walked to the elevator in the far corner of the garage, plain s
