Chapter 68

“Why didn’t you just ask her to meet us in our hotel suite?”

“I wanted neutral ground.”

Okay? Weird, but I went along with it. Soon, Lucinda Kittridge walked through the door. She was a woman maybe in her mid-fifties to early sixties. Her gray hair went down to her shoulders and was parted down the middle. She wore glasses that made her look smart, and a smile that made her look kind.

“You must be Nick. I’ve heard about you from Casey.”

“All good things, I’m sure.”

She gave a sassy smile. “Like I would tell you otherwise. Shall we?”

Casey gestured for us to head into the meeting room. He was more hyped up than I’d seen him before, with or without drugs. I wondered why he asked for me to be a part of this meeting.

We sat down on the couch and Lucinda made herself comfortable in the chair, resting her handbag to her side. She pulled out a metal mug of coffee and stared at Casey, eyebrows raised. “Okay, Casey. This is your show. You can start whenever you like.”