Chapter 42: Splitting Gold with a Finger

Reginald Lyson rode his Electric Scooter like a gust cutting through the streets. Yet just as Magnificent Garden came into view, something stirred in him. He veered off without warning. The Electric Scooter slipped into a narrow alley, quiet and dim as a shut mouth. A Rolls-Royce sat parked inside. Red Feather, dressed in a neat set of workwear, stood in front of the car as if she had been waiting there the whole time, certain Reginald would come. She was not alone. Someone knelt beside her. The...