Chapter 2
Grayson ignored the fortune teller’s puzzled expression as he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket. He pulled out his wallet, took out several hundred-dollar bills, and placed them on the table.
Then, for the last time, he asked,
“Nothing else you can tell me?”
The fortune teller gave him a rehearsed smile.
“That’s all for today.”
As expected.
This was useless.
Yet another waste of time.
Without another word, Grayson turned on his heel and walked out of the shop.
The moment the towering figure—well over two meters tall—disappeared, the fortune teller let out a slow breath, now alone in the small space.
Then, with a furrowed brow, she drew another card from the deck.
A bolt of lightning struck.