“Wait, wait,” Isla begins. “I think I know who it is.”
“Who?” Audrey asks, leaning forward and grabbing Isla’s hand.
“Remember that guy from Waverly, the Hispanic one? God, what was his name…” Isla trails off.
“Oh yeah,” Audrey mentions. “Damon something…”
Isla squirms. “Yes, that’s it. Damon Montalvo!”
“Does he still go to Waverly?” I question.
“Yep. He’s an athlete, and I see him around sometimes,” Isla informs me.
“What are you going to do?” Audrey asks.
“Use him as leverage if I have to, but I have a feeling if Ella really is blackmailing Leo or something, she won’t let me take it that far. Maybe just mentioning his name will be enough, but just in case, I’m going to ask him for help.”
Audrey looks perky and enthusiastic about knocking Ella down a peg or two. “What if he tells you to fuck off?”
“I’ll bribe him. What teenage guy doesn’t want some extra cash?”
“I like your way of thinking,” Isla tells me.
“We just have to find a way to be wherever he is.”
Audrey looks at me. “Pretty sure Brent and Carlos know him.”
I cringe. “I’m not sure involving Leo’s friends is a good idea. What if they say something?”
Isla smirks. “They won’t. Not if they want to get any sex anytime in this century.”
I snicker. “Brutal.”
“Sometimes that’s what it takes,” Audrey tells me, giving me a telling look.
“I know. I do. And I know I keep saying it, but, damn it, hepromised.Don’t promises mean anything anymore?” I ask, blinking back tears.
Audrey hugs me close. “Let’s talk with Damon first. Then we’ll worry about these so-called promises.”
