“Not funny.” Shaking his head, he drives us toward LaGuardia airport where we rent one of the cheapest rooms in the city.
Every time a jet roars overhead, the floor vibrates but on the bright side, there’s no snakes or scorpions ready to bite my ass as I pee.
“We need to talk to my dad, tell him what we found so far.”
“No. I’ll ping Slate on a secure line. You let your friends at the FBI know what’s going on. The police department is compromised.”
“Gomez is one bad apple, not the whole NYPD.”My father is not a crook and I don’t like the implication.
“Sorry, sugar. You’re right.”
“You know who else we need to find? The guy who planted the evidence in our apartment. If we get him to talk, maybe we’ll have enough to make our case.”
“We? No way. You are staying right here until I say you’re safe. In fact, I called in a little help.”
“Lucky?” Her face brightens.
“Wheels. You won’t be able to wrap him around your finger. He’s stationed outside our door and if you even crack it open, he has orders to cuff you.”
“You did not.”
“Give it a try. Now, sweetheart, you find something to watch. I already called for food.”
“Okay.” When I click on the TV, the only movies offered are porn. “Seriously, tough guy?”
He smirks and kisses me on the cheek. “Be right back.”
