“We can always ask Star for a vague report on what happened to her?”
“Wouldn’t she ask questions?”
“Probably.”
I sucked in a breath. “Okay, we keep the questions limited then.”
“Agreed.”
Stan: You ever heard of Beatriz Martinez.
Star: Seeing as you’re asking… Related to he of no name Martinez?
Stan: That’s true? Not even if you hacked into the social security system? I figured that was an urban legend lol
Star: I tried. I dunno what he did or who he bribed but it’s blank.
Stan: That’s some power.
Star: He came up before Big Brother was truly watching us.
Star: Okay, name pulled up in the SS database.
Star: What about her, specifically?
Stan: Is she dead?
Star: Why are you asking?
“Goddammit, woman,” he snapped.
I was beginning to empathize with Pandora. My fingers tingled they were so close to the box that’d unleash evil on the world.
But I didn’t want to make things worse for Beatriz, just to understand.
Saying that, if she’d wanted me to understand, wouldn’t she have told me herself?
I was a ‘ride or die’ kind of woman. She should have known that. Should have known I’d have her back, no matter what. That she’d chosen to forget rammed home the message loud and clear.
“Kitty?”
His soft prompt had me bowing my head. “Leave it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to make things worse for her, and she’s managed to stay underneath the radar for this long. It’s only bad luck that I was there today.”
“Or good luck.”
“Hardly. If I open this can of worms, she’ll get bitten, not me.”
Star: Well?
I read the message before he did, my eyes catching onto the text.
“How about we tell her she was your best friend?”
“That would work?”
