C30 Chapter Thirty

There’s a soldier on the door. I slow, fully expecting him to tell us we can’t leave, but he simply nods at Ablo and lets us pass.

I hurry up, sticking close to Ablo as he beelines for a bright yellow sports car.

“He never lets me drive the Lambo.” He grins and pauses at a spot on the wall where several key fobs are hanging. “This one.” He snags one fob and hurries to the car