Chapter 12 (4)
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“I was hoping you could help me again,” Isabella said, “the way you did last year.”
There was a look of desperation hidden behind Isabella’s charcoal eyes.
“I’m not sure I can help you,” I blew out smoke, “not anymore.”
That wasn’t what she wanted to hear. We rode for some time, the only sound coming from the shouting and sirens. Isabella looked nervous.
“Y-you’re looking for Mike, aren’t you?” she finally asked.
I looked at her, taking a drag from my cigarette.
“Well,” she said, “you’re going the right way.”
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