Tobias’s POV
I didn’t sleep that night.
I tried.
God knows I tried.
I turned off every light in my bedroom, poured myself a drink, sat by the window and watched Manhattan disappear beneath the darkness, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same fucking video.
Tamara.
The mechanic.
The envelope.
The cash.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I...