Raptor
AFTER HANGING UP with The Judge, I called Tank and told him what had happened.
“So, Mud’s dead. What about the girls? Where are they?”
“I don’t exactly know.”
“Don’t you think that Adriana would call her mother, and let her know where she is?”
“Yeah. Good point. I’ll call Vanda and see if she’s heard from her.”
“Why don’t we stop somewhere and grab a bite to eat while we figure out what to do next?” said Tank. “I’m tired and need food before I pass out.”
“Okay. Next diner or drive-thru we see, we’ll stop and grab something.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We hung up and I called Vanda. Unfortunately, she hadn’t heard from Adriana yet.
“What? She’s okay? How do you know?” asked Vanda.
“I just know,” I answered.
“You just know,” she repeated dryly. “Trevor, that answer isn’t goo
