Victor Sinclair
I leaned back in my chair, the cigar still burning between my fingers, and picked up my phone again. The flames outside had died down to glowing embers, but my mind was already moving to the next problem. Money. Always money
. The project had swallowed every last cent I had, and I needed more.
I dialed Amelia’s number and waited, a charming smile already forming on my lips even though she couldn’t see it yet.
“Baby!” I said warmly the moment she picked up, my voice smooth and affectionate. “I was just thinking about you. How’s my favorite girl doing?”
Amelia’s voice came through bright and a little surprised. “Victor? Hi… I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s perfect now that I’m talking to you,” I replied, leaning forward and r
