The conversation behind me moved on to the pie Mrs. Cranson brought with her to the post-funeral memorial. Jalinda was a damn PI client. I never asked her alma matter. He nudged me when I didn't answer right away. I reached out, trying to snatch away the pamphlet from Tony, but he reared back and held it out of my reach.
"Don't be an elitist," I said after lowering my hand. It wasn't worth risking everyone's notice. He'd obviously already discovered the answer.
Tony sputtered, his lips half open as he stared at me in disbelief. "A what?"
I tipped my head to the side and crossed my arms, doing a slow blink. Katy always said the slow blink let a predator know they didn't scare you. And right then, Antonio Franco had predator written all over him.
"I'd never judge a friend based on he
