“Are you sweating, Mia? Spit it out,” I said, remaining cool as I chalked the end of my pool stick.
“You know how I’m investigating the floating body in the Mississippi river?”
“Yeahhh. I do. And?”
“Rocky over there has his prints on the body. I found out his real name is Alfredo Suarez and he has priors. He was questioned about the murder of the man and let go. You might wanna be careful of this guy and not play with fire,” Mia warned, watching Alfredo closely.
“I agree. He’s off like rotten fish,” Angie threw in.
I shrugged. “Ladies, I’m not a delinquent. I got it. I wouldn’t let him anywhere near anything I have going on outside of here, that’s for sure,” I reasoned, annoyed at their lack of faith in me. I glanced over at Bones and Rocky.
The tension in Bones’ body was evident as Rocky spoke to him. But the Rebel Saints were always able to work things out in the end.
I wasn’t worried.