Chapter 6

“You want my help or not?”

His full lips pressed into a line. Joe didn’t care if he didn’t like the plan, but he could do without the attention Carlo brought to his mouth when he looked like that.

“Fine. You drive. But I’m not sitting in the back.”

“You have to. We have to make this look as normal as possible. Passengers don’t sit in the front.”

A sound of frustration rumbled from his throat. “Fine,” he muttered. “We’ll switch.”

“After the meeting—”

“What’s it about, anyway?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“I’m already over my head in this. What’s a few more inches going to matter?”

“The more you know, the more likely someone’s going to want you dead. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”