Ava sat in the front. The driver swung away from the curb as soon as the last door closed. “You should know I’m being kidnapped,” Kung yelled at the driver. “If you go to the nearest police station, I’ll make it worth your while.” “Fuck off,” the driver said without turning around. The car went quiet. Then Andy said, “Ava, how did you do that stuff?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” “No, tell me. How did you drop that guy?” She stared straight ahead. Winter Street was quiet and the Jupiter Boutique was closed. They bundled out of the taxi and stood awkwardly on the sidewalk while Carlo unlocked the apartment door. Andy stood between Ava and Kung, but she could feel Kung’s hatred towards her burn right through him. Carlo led them upstairs. Andy was behind the importer, his gun in his back.
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