Every Bit

Anders brought his car to a slow halt opposite Veil's house and reclined his chair to wait. It was getting pretty dark, but she wasn't home yet, as the lights on her porch were off.

“I still don't know what I'm doing here,” Anders muttered to himself as he closed his eyes, counting one to a hundred in his head. His phone rang, but he ignored it. Kingston group contracts could wait for a few hours.

He must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next time he opened his eyes, there was another car parked directly on Veil's driveway, like it had every right to be there. His eyes ran over the plates, not recognizing it from anywhere.

It was the latest model of the Bugatti Mistral. Anders could tell because he had one of those parked in his garage. It was worth 9.3 million dollars and only the wealthiest could afford it.

This piqued Anders’ curiosity.

Moving his gaze from the car, he checked the lawn for the rider. He wasn't sure if he had gotten out of the car, but the engine had