CHAPTER 17

“Who else have you told?”  Janice squared off with Maribel, and Amber noticed the younger woman refused to cower; whether that implied hidden steel in her spine or faith in the tall boy with the dark, smoldering eyes at her back, she neither knew nor cared.  They must all show some steel in the face of what waited.  Odds are one will buckle and fold before this is over.  The thought tasted thick and bitter.

Maribel sneered back.  “No one.  Just Alberto and Josef.”

“On your phone.”  Janice pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.  “On your unsecured phone.”

Maribel raised her chin and sniffed.  “Lady, nothing I use is unsecured.”

Janice harrumphed, one e...

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