The SUV pulled away from the curb, the engine purring low as Elena merged into traffic. The interior was quiet except for the faint hum of the road beneath the tires and the occasional click of the turn signal.
Liam sat in the passenger seat, his eyes moving over the dashboard, the clean leather seats, the way everything about this car screamed money. He glanced at Elena, who was focused on the road, her hands steady on the wheel.
After a few minutes of silence, he spoke. "Where's your driver?"
Elena didn't look at him. "Don't have one today."
Liam frowned. "You always have a driver. Every time I've seen you, there's been someone else behind the wheel."
"Not today."
"Why not?"
Elena's jaw tightened slightly. "Because I don't want witnesses."
Liam blinked. "Witnesses?"
"Yeah."
That sounded ominous as hell.
