Chapter 32
- Dante
- I’d been patient. Watching Leona Rivera. The name tasted like a lie every time I said it. I leaned against my desk, phone in hand, the city view stretching beyond my office window. If she wasn’t going to give me answers willingly, I’d have to take them.
- And what better way than to use her weakness? I dialed the number. She picked up on the second ring.