“What did you decide?" Aléjandro asked once we were on the plane and in the air on our way home.
“Let me ask you: what is your impression of Gerardo Ruiz?"
“He's an arrogant prick. It revolts him to have to deal with me instead of Padre."
“Was he at least respectful?"
Aléjandro nodded. “As he was at dinner."
“Did you notice how he did all the talking? Liliana barely said two words throughout the meal."
“She's eighteen, Mia. She's intimidated. When it comes to the Roríguez cartel, we are royalty." His cheeks rose as his smile formed. “Like you appear." The brown of his eyes melded with the black of his pupils. “You only need a crown."
I shook my head. “It's more than that. She's frightened. She doesn't want to take piano lessons."
“That's your big find? Piano lessons?" My husband
