Chapter 27
The following night Reese and I were sitting in the dining room of my father's apartment. We had penne alla vodka that he'd ordered at the restaurant downstairs.
While dad forked pasta, he asked, "So, kid, why do you guys really want to see me?"
My cringe was internal. He only expected me to visit when I had a problem. I'd been a crappy daughter.
"Well…" I didn't know how to start. "It's more like we need your advice. Reese was dating someone who got mixed up in trouble. They are being investigated, and they brought Reese in as an informant. The problem is that he supplied them with as much info as he could for them to investigate. While they're investigating, she's still making contact, and we don't know what to do."
Dad paused, eating, and his face darkened. With a tight
