The skin on the side of his face was beginning to tingle with the sharp, unrelenting gaze Lorenzo was determined to subject him to. He felt it more intensely than the warm sunshine warming the other half of his face through the window.
Trick subtly shifted in his seat and flexed his fingers against the steering wheel. It was hard not to feel like a boy summoned in front of the principal when Lorenzo was silently staring at him for the last twenty minutes as they drove through the city to their meeting.
After another minute, Trick had enough. Irritation combined with unease. He shot his friend a quick glance and demanded, “What?” before returning his eyes to the busy road. The last thing they needed was for Trick to park their Lincoln Navigator in the taillights of a black Toyota Hilux i
