The waif-like blondes tripped over themselves climbing off his lap to scurry through the
club.
Lefty snickered. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bambi or Goldie move that fast in my entire life.”
“What can I say?” Clue shrugged. “Bitches love me.”
“It’s that baby face. How old are you now? Twenty?”
“Fuck you. I’m damn near thirty now.”
Lefty shook his head. Patched in when he was twenty, the second generation, Clue had
always been everyone’s little brother growing up.
Clue stood up. “What’s going on?”
Lefty paused, still unable to believe the scrawny pre-teen had sprouted up to six foot, four inches. “I need you to dig up some information.”
“Well then, let’s step into my office.” Clue grinned.
Lefty shook his head. The kid got off on electronics.
They’d given Clue free rein in one of the rooms to do his work. Crammed full with gadgets, computers, and parts, it’d been dubbed Clue’s Office.
Lefty sank down in the chair beside the desk and watched as Clue powered up the massive
black unit.
“Who am I looking for?”
“I want everything you can find on Gia Hughes.”
“Gia—Gia?” Clue looked up and frowned.
Lefty nodded. “I don’t think she is who she claims to be.”
“Dude, that’s fucking harsh.”
“Yeah, I think she’s running from something and it’s about to catch up with her.”
With the machine up, Clue’s fingers began to fly over the keys. “You can run, but you can’t hide from me,” he whispered. “So far, it’s looking pretty normal. All sorts of jobs. Wait…isn’t she from another country?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Because according to this, she’s lived here her entire life.”
“No, that’s not right.”
“Then, she isn’t who she says she is.”
His worst fears were confirmed. She’d lied to them all this time. “Tell me.”
“Gia Hughes, born and raised in Carlsbad, New Mexico, the only daughter of Anna and
Ralph Hughes.”
“Well fuck,” Lefty whispered.