“There must be some kind of paper trail. Employment records. Financial transactions.”
“There’s nothing.” Dipping, he takes my left n****e between his teeth and sucks gently before placing the next button beside it. “I also can’t dismiss the assassination attempts on Nera. Two of them. I’m not buying that Armando was singularly responsible for both. My gut tells me he was just a patsy. And getting rid of Nera had nothing to do with her directly. It was another blow against me.” The fourth button lands on my other boob. “Just like the ex-con who shot at us in the mall parking lot.”
I take in the tiny pearl fasteners scattered over my naked body. The one resting near the tip of my right breast lies just at the edge of a large patch of pale skin. It’s the area I’m most self-conscious about.
