“How shortly?”
Kitty was only supposed to be away for four days…
“Maximum four days.”
“Minimum?”
“I don’t know.”
He tsked. “Font of information.”
“Can you do me another favor?”
“Sure. But they’re adding up.”
“I’m aware. I always pay my debts.”
Good thing too. I now owed SavannahandChad… Conor should be receiving his body weight in candy corn this morning, so at least he no longer took up space on my list.
“What do you need?”
“Can you contact Star Sullivan on the DL?” I could do it myself, but I’d prefer to owe Chad rather than her. Plus…
His brow furrowed. “You know about our friendship?”
…that.
With rats on the loose, it was wise to make sure everyone knew pest control was sniffing around.
“Of course I do. The fact you’re still alive tells you I trust you.”
My words didn’t reassure him. “Giuseppe was alive until last night.”
“Yes, but Giuseppe was apezz'i miedda.You, I actually like.”
“Thanks. I think.”
“You’re welcome.”
“What favor did you want?”
“I need her to do something for me.”
“Sure.”
I had no way of knowing, of course, that this would be the start of my mood going to shit…
“I have to make a stop at Van Cleef’s.”
“They won’t be open?—”
I huffed out a laugh. “They’ll open for me.”
Carpe diem, baby.
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