Chapter Ten

Javier nursed his cup of coffee and waited for Uncle Uzzi to join him in the sitting room of the enormous penthouse suite he rented looking over Central Park. The old Witch had accompanied Javi back to New York City last night, though he was certain the old man had at least gotten some sleep, whereas all Javi did was roam the cold streets alone.

There was nothing quite like New York at Christmastime. The city was a magical place, but during December, it practically hummed with energy.

Uzzi had left him some pretty specific instructions late that night, and Javier had followed. He was checked out of his room and had alerted his storage company to get all his belongings packed and ready at a moment’s notice.

Anyone else would have been told to fuck off, but not Javier Auberon. When he said jump, smart people asked how high. It was one of the benefits of being wealthy and having a good reputation. Javi not only tipped well, but he tended to hire employees on the go.