Chapter 12

“Nah, man, he spent the morning cleaning up puke and shit,” Manny said, walking up behind Luis with an even more stacked plate. “I wouldn’t be hungry either.”

Luis’s brows pinched as he glanced over toward where Val was sitting at the front window, watching the grounds, likely itching to get out there with his friends.

But the dogs were on schedules. Some were in the house a good chunk of the day, but outside all night. Others had the opposite.

I didn’t believe in having dogs living outside, not even for protection, but some of them—like Val—seemed to live for their guard

My gaze kept drifting toward the clock, watching the hours tick away, getting more and more concerned that I hadn’t heard from that PI place.

Were they really going to shoot themselves in the foot by not letting Hope take on the case?

I mean, they got paid whether she solved the fucking case or not. Though, yeah, I had no doubts that she was capable of sussing shit out.

If for no other reason than spite.

Spite