“You gonna go see Angie at the hospital?” he asks as I slip out of the truck.
“I want to, but I have to work at Penthouse tonight, and they need me there early. I don’t think I’ll have time.”
“What are we gonna do about Richie? We need him back, so Augusta helps us.”
“Leave that to me. I’ll get him back.”
I don’t wait for Jackson to argue. Instead, I close the door. This is my mess. I fucked around with Richie behind everyone’s back, and now Jocelyn has him, but I can’t trust her anymore. As much as my mother hates it, I must bust out my gear and do a little recon to find him. If I can track down Kay and follow him, I bet he'll lead me to Richie.
Speaking of my mother…
She’s sitting on the stoop of my apartment.
“Where have you been?” she asks.
“I had lunch with Jackson.”
A smile spreads across her face. “El guapo?”
Oh, right. I forgot that my mom thinks Jackson is hot.
“Yes, ma. Him.”
“Next time you see him, tell him I said hello.”
“Ma, really?”
“What?” She shrugs. “You said he likes my empanadas.”
“He does. But he has a girlfriend…” I look her up and down. “A young one.”
“I’m not old!” she skyrockets to her feet, but she’s still shorter than me. Even standing on the stairs.
“No. You’re not.” I kiss her forehead. “So, what brings you here?”
“I need to buy pan dulce and masa for nacatamales at the little mercado down the street. So I thought I’d stop by first.”
“I’ll walk you there,” I sigh and take her arm, but she yanks it away.
“I don’t need you to walk me there like some old lady.”
“Ma. There was a robbery at the bank across from the mercado last week. So, you’re not walking there alone. Got it?”
“Fine. You’re so bossy,” she huffs, but deep down, I know she loves having a big and tall son, and she slips her arm through mine proudly.
When we get there, she wanders off to pick out pan dulce, but I stay near the flowers. Coincidentally, Como la Flor by Selena y Los Dinos is playing. I should get Angie some and a get-well card, but my hand hovers over a bouquet of lilies. Does she even like flowers? Is a get-well card cheesy? The woman was shot. She doesn’t have the flu.
Maybe I should rethink this.
“Those are pretty,” my mom says.
“You think so?”
“Yes. The colors remind me of the sunset. Who are they for?”
“No one.”
She arches a brow. “No one?”
“My friend is in the hospital,” I mumble.
“The hospital. Why?”
“She got shot.”
“Shot! This isn’t the girl you told me about, right? The one you were interested in.”
“No. Not her. I think things with Mindy and me are over.”
“Then who is this friend?”
“Just a friend, ma. You don’t know her. I met her in—” But my words cut short.
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The Divorcee Murder Club
Mystery / Thriller𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 It's all fun and games until someone suggests killing each other's spouses for revenge. Miguel Gomez is your average disgruntled divorcée attending a support group in San Francisco to cope...
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