Morning came slowly. The alarm chanted its grating song beside Ferris’ ear, rousing him abruptly enough to elbow Demos in the cheek. “Ow, fuck.” Demos groaned into his pillow before flopping an arm over his eyes. Though the sunlight was filtered by the curtains, it was still much too...

Gina stood waiting for them at the service entrance. She was leaning on the Alfa Romeo, ankles crossed as she tossed aside her second cigarette. “You owe me an explanation,” she said as the two men hauled a third around the back of the car. Demos scoffed as he...