Chapter Thirty-NineIt was nearing five in the afternoon when Vincent dropped me home. Diggy had called and canceled our appointment, not saying what he was up to, only that he was headed out of town. Mwara was in her usual spot facing the TV, feet atop the low table, phone in one hand, a can of coke in the other.
“Hi,” she said in that clear voice of hers, black eyes wary, aura disguised blue.
“Hey.” I threw the keys at the counter and turned to rummage inside the fridge. When nothing appealed, I filled a glass with water and drank, then filled a second one and sipped. There were no pots on the stove, no smell and no hint indicating food had been cooked in this house today.
“Vincent knows you're here,” I said, wondering how she'd take the news.
Her shoulders tensed, but all she did was
