“You want me to keep digging?”
“No.” Lefty shook his head. “See if you can find out anything about someone named
Mylandra.”
“You got a last name for me?”
“No. She’d be a recent arrival to the United States, somewhere in New Mexico.”
“A challenge? Very well then, sir. Give me twenty-four hours.”
“Hit me up on the cell when you get something.”
“Will do,” Clue answered without looking up while already engaged once more in his work.
Lefty made the ride to Gia’s house, flipping between anger and concern. Was she playing
them, or trying to keep herself safe? After the shit with the Sidewinders, he wasn’t in the mood to give anyone the benefit of the doubt.
The light came on above her door and he stood back, shoving his hands in his pockets.
She opened the door and sighed. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Your time is up, Gia. We know you lied about everything.”
Her mouth dropped open and her body tensed. She turned on her heels and ran off full-
speed.
He gave chase, scooping her up. “What the fuck?”
“No, let me go. Let me go.” She wiggled her body, flailing her arms about like a windmill.
He trapped her arms against her sides as she continued to struggle. “You really think we’re just going to let you go after you sold us riverfront property?”
“What? This has nothing to do with you. Put me down. Everything between us is legit. You
can have Taffy’s.”
The statement stunned him into stillness.
Gia slipped from his slackened grip. Her small feet pounded a rhythm on the hardwood
floors as she disappeared down the hall.
He followed her a moment later. Entering the room, he found her tossing clothes into a
suitcase she’d placed on the bed. “Gia, what the hell is going on here?”
“It’s not safe anymore. If you can find the truth out this easily, so can she. Hell, she
probably already has.”
“Who?”
“Mylandra.” Her hushed whisper held a tone of pure fear. Her eyes were wide and dilated.
She rubbed her lips with trembling fingers.