Chapter 3; Are you invested yet?
Chekhov drove his non-specified car at lightning speed through the town, stopping only to pick up a new gun at the drive through and get a speeding fine on the way. “Darling Chekhov, I don’t know anyone in my life would be kind enough to do such a thing for me.” Bobby declared as she applied a dab of powder to her nose, which somehow made her look as though a makeup team had given her a subtle…

















