The scanner buzzed. Lily pressed the button.
“Someone like me,” Lily said.
She walked out into the blue morning, the radio on her hip crackling with a new call: Patrol 7, Code 33 at Union Station. Possible intoxicated wedding party. Limo Patrol - Lily Thai
“Lily, thank God. She won’t get out. She just keeps saying ‘not safe, not safe.’ And there are these guys…” He pointed toward a black SUV idling across the street. “They’ve been there since we pulled in.”
“No. You call the FBI. Specifically, a woman named Agent Park. She owes me from a job in San Diego six years ago. Tell her the Red Jade is using Los Angeles limo services to track you. Tell her your driver’s manifest was leaked.” The scanner buzzed
Lily didn’t shake it. She stood up, pulled on her patrol jacket, and looked at Sienna one last time.
Sienna collapsed onto a white sofa. “What now? I call my lawyer?” She walked out into the blue morning, the
“Good. Diego, head to Glendale Blvd. Keep to surface streets. If you see any black SUVs, don’t brake—turn.”
Sienna stared. Then she unbuckled her seatbelt and slid to the middle.
“Diego, take the next exit. Not the ramp—the service road.”
A disgraced elite driver turned night-shift limo patroller must protect a high-profile client from a ruthless syndicate, using only her wits, a beat-up scanner, and the unwritten rules of the black car world.