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A thin layer of cold sweat coated my nape. My breathing stalled in my throat.
Rosa Chaves.
The same name that had been stuck in my brain since I met the Roach. The woman I’d been trying to track down for months, with zero success.
You can’t force a meeting with a drug dealer. Maybe if you’re as dangerous as they are, but not me.
Not a twenty‑five‑year‑old, privileged woman raised by a German father who treated rules like scripture. The worst thing I’d ever done was steal gum from a supermarket when I was eight. Even then, my mother marched me back to return the half‑empty package and hand over five dollars from my allowance. Plus, I was grounded for a month.
My eyes skimmed the payment file. Transport fees to a small company based in LA.
The old suspicion barreled through my
