It did, but I wasn’t in the mood to push it.
“What’s her name?” Jen prompted, hand yanking on the sleeve of my sports coat. “Maybe Savannah and Star know her?”
The temptation was too strong to ignore, but I remained wary: “Like I said, she’s Five Points.”
The sound of heels tapping on polished marble had me seeking the source. Savannah was practically feline in how she approached us—a woman on the hunt.
“Did I hear right? Conor warned you off her?”
Hands in her pockets, Star slouched over to join us, meaning that our group of four hovered in front of the door when the entire apartment had to be over fifteen thousand square feet.
Make that make sense.
At my prolonged silence, Star questioned, “Conor? We’re talking aboutmyConor? He warned you off someone?”
I gritted my teeth together. “He did.”
The women shared aglance.
I was starting to understand why Macbeth had caved under the pressure of an audience with the three witches.
“Look, sisters weird, I have things to?—”
Savannah grabbed my arm and dragged me deeper into the apartment. “What was the woman’s name?”
“Why?”
At my blunt nonanswer, Star muttered, “He’s lucky we’renotwitches or I’d have turned him into a fucking frog by now.”
Jen, the traitor, cackled, but I ignored her to focus on Savannah, who answered, “Because we’ll help you find her.”
“Why would you do that?”
Savannah’s smile turned winsome. “A favor for a favor?”
The tension in my shoulders released. “What type?”
“I’m writing an article on street drugs.”
“You want to interview me?” At her eager nod, I sighed. “Fine.” That wasn’t a bad deal. Gimme chemist talk over mob talk any day of the fucking week. “Her name’s Kitty.”
Star tsked. “Some things in this lifearefree, Savannah.”
“Not in our world.”
“The Five Points are already allied with theFamigghia,” Jen pointed out.
“Yes, but this is personal.” Savannah beamed at me. “Now, Kitty… Only one Kitty we know who Conor would be protective of, right, Star?”
“Yup. Because her dad died.”
I could feel my heart drop a beat at the news of a fate we both shared—a father lost before his time.
“There are a few Catherines in the ranks. Maybe there’s more than the one Kitty we don’t know of but Conor does.” Savannah tapped her chin. “What color’s her hair?”
“Silver.”
“Last I saw, it was gray.” She proceeded to retch. “I only know because we had to go to church last week with the mother-in-law.”
