Dallas was working in a coffee house, cleaning tables, when Maven walked in. He sat down at the table next to her. “Hey, Dallas.”

“What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk.”

“I don’t talk to snitches.”

Maven got up, grabbing her arm. “Sit down. Now.”

Dallas pulled away snapping, “Fine. What do you want? I got five minutes, so make it quick.”

“I know about the scam you, Alex, and Slone are running. I know Gage is in on it too.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” she said avoiding eye contact.

Maven scooted to the next seat across from her, hoping she would come to her...