Chapter 23
NAOMI
Tuesday night/Early Wednesday morning
Miami, FL
The pretty bartender fidgets on her feet, her distinct North Floridian twang lowering as she looks to me, brown eyes crinkling in the corner. “I just happened to be here when she showed up. I let her in. I didn’t know she was in AA.”
I sigh, swiping a hand across my face, already exhausted after landing in Miami an hour ago.
The hour is late. Way past midnight.
Seven hours after Diego’s call, I’ve visited lucky number three of Aunt Sandra’s hundred favorite haunts since catching the first flight back to Miami. And from what I’m hearing from all the local bartenders, she’s been to all three…before somehow disappearing in the wind, drunken and stumbling onto her next bar where she’d drink whatever bourbon they had and di
