We finished our meal, got our coats, and stepped back out into the cool night. There were more cameras and more questions, but Chance and I ignored them all. He'd given his answers, and they didn't need to know anything else.
Tom pulled the limo right up the curb, and I climbed in first, followed by Chance. Within moments, we were moving.
Movement at the other end of the limo near the privacy window caught my eye, and I flinched. A scream snagged in my throat as David Whitsworth, aka Beady Eyes, slid forward until he was in front of us. Chance went rigid beside me, and I could feel him vibrating with fear or rage. I couldn't tell which. My heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat instantly coated my palms.
David's face was twisted, and those eyes of his were narrowed and bright with righteous anger. "You ruined me. My whole crew is gone, and my boss is demanding my head for bringing attention to us."
"You brought this on yourself," Chance said, his voice pure ice.