CALEB

I pulled the Porsche up to the entrance of The Ledger. I didn’t even have to step out before the valet was at the door.

“Good evening, Mr. Vance,” he said with a grin, holding the door open.

“Evening, Leo.” I hopped out, tossing him the keys with a wink. “Keep her close to the front. I don’t plan on staying too long if the vibe is dead.”

“For you? Never, sir.”

I laughed, adjusting the sleeves of my dress shirt as I walked into the dim, amber-lit lounge. The atmosphere was quiet—the kind of place where the drinks cost more than a month's rent for most, but the...