In a mock sweet tone that had me grittingmy teeth, she murmured, “Yes?” At my stubborn silence, she conceded, “Jen went to bat for you.”
“And Conor listened to her?!”
“Evidently.”
God, I was so taking out that cunt of a mother of hers, then I’d kiss Jen’s feet and?—
Before I could make a mental list of the ways I was going to thank my sister-in-law, Star’s expression turned…
Fuck.
I recognized it from the mirror.
“I’m sorry, Star.”
“No.”
“No?”
Her expression turned mulish. “No sorries. She’s not dead.”
“Has she answered your calls?” I asked gently.
“No.”
“Would she have?”
“She’s a pain in my ass who does whatever the fuck suits her. She’s probably trying to get me back for something.”
“Is that how your friendship works?”
Whatever shesaid, her expression told me the truth.
“I won’t believe it.”
“Don’t.” I raised my hands. “So, the Albanians wanted her because she’s been taking out their leaders?”
Her head bobbed. “I think so.”
“On whose order?”
“If you think I’m telling you that, you’re nuts.”
Exasperated, I demanded, “Why are you here, Star? What information do you think I can provide? When the bomb went off, I was with Martinez on his compound.”
She drummed her fingers on the leather seat. “What’s he hiding?”
Because shehadshared Kitty’s identity with me, as well asattempted to keep her safe,andcould uncover some truths about our pilot, I relented, “He wants to control who takes the presidency?—”
“In the US?” she barked, jack-knifing on her seat.
“No. Mexico.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You sure?”
“Positive. He considers himself Mexican, but we both know he was born here. I don’t think he has designs on the seat, but his wife does for him.”
“That bitch.” Star sniffed. “Though, admittedly, it takes one to know one.”
