Chapter Eleven — Restless

DiCaprio:

It’s almost midnight.

The clock ticks like a hammer in the silence of my office, each second dragging across my nerves. I flip a file open. Read the same damn sentence five times.

Still don’t know what it says.

I lean back in my chair, jaw tight, eyes locked on the entrance like it’s going to spit her out any minute now.

But it doesn’t.

Keya’s still not back.

And neither is my mother.

Where the hell are they?

The door opens without a knock. Only one person does that without losing a hand.

Scar.

He steps inside like he owns the place. “You know...