My eyes drilled into Odon, and I carefully placed the glass back on the counter, tension thick in the air. "Why do you want to know where Maurice is?" I demanded, my voice low but firm.
Odon smirked, leaning back in his chair like he had all the time in the world. "Call Laurene," he said coolly, his gaze unwavering. "Find out where Maurice is before I create a mess you'll never be able to clean up. Do you think I came to Salt Lake just because of a few dead men?"
His words were like ice, but the threat in his eyes burned hot. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to retaliate right there. Instead, I turned on my heel and walked out of the VIP room, my mind racing. The phone felt heavy in my hand as I dialed Laurene's number.
The first call went straight to voicemail. Typical. I cursed under my breath and dialed again, my frustration mounting. After a few rings, she finally picked up.
