Chapter 16

To appease the billionaire at the table, I said, “I’m currently trying to figure out who Sign is, and what exactly is Underground Spectacle.”

“Time is running out,” she snapped at me and handed the novel back to me, unsigned. “Go now, Axle. And don’t meet with me again until you have more details about my missing son.”

Like a puppy dog with its tail between its legs, I turned away from the old cad and went in search of Casey, who I ran into near the horror section with three science fiction paperbacks in his left hand, ready to purchase.

“Where’s you signed book?” he asked, looking at my empty hands.

“She wouldn’t sign a copy for me. At least not until I have more information about Bobby’s disappearance.”

He chuckled. “She’s a cold and calculating woman.”

“But she’s paying me twenty grand to do a job for her.”

He chuckled a second time. “You’ve got your hands full with her, Mr. Detective.”

“I do,” I admitted.