Where’s the Maybach?” An instant smile curved his lips; the quick, possessive smile of a man with a new toy. “O’Bannion didn’t need it anymore. The police don’t even see the—what did you call it—Dark Zone? It would have sat there forever. What a waste.” “Oh, you are just cold,” I breathed. “That man wasn’t even dead a day.” “Spoils of war, Ms. Lane.”
