Under My Father In-Law's Touch
he stammered, his teeth chattering.
I let out a low, dangerous chuckle. “Family? That’s a strange word coming from a man who helped kill my cousin. Eros was family, too. But you didn’t seem to care about that when you were tracking his car.”
I leaned in closer, the scent of his fear filling my lungs. “Tell me about my father. How did he get out? Who helped him? And most importantly… where is he?”
“I don’t know! He used a private courier! All I know is he’s planning something big for the wedding anniversary of your parents—or whatever day that is!” Quiazon pleaded, his eyes darting around.