CHAPTER 88

Lucifer stood in the dark, the glow of his cigarette casting shadows across his face. From up here he couldn't see the city, watch everything. He was careful. Always have. How couldn't he have known.

He took a drag from his cigar, the only thing to keep his red hot anger at bay. He should have installed the darn tracker on her the instant it crossed his mind but of course he was too confident that nothing could ever happen to her. Not under his watch.

At that instant, his door pushed open and his men stormed in, huffing and panting. Their mud stained boots leaving trails on...