Chapter Thirty-One
You know that guy who works as a bouncer in the seediest bar in the crappiest part of town? The one who has teardrops tattooed below his eyes, is built like a brick shithouse, and was denied membership in the local biker gang because he was “too scary”?
That guy’s friggin’ Ned Flanders compared to Natalie Rojas on full tilt.
“I, uh…” I stammer, unable to form words under her laser-glare.
“What were you thinking?” Her voice cracks. I know from experience that she’s about to hit critical mass.
“That woman was lying,” the mouse in my throat squeaks. “She knows exactly where Elyse is.”
“No f*****g s**t, Bax!” Natalie shoots a withering glare at Piper, who flinches but doesn’t respond, before returning her focus to me. “She’s probably on the phone to her daughter right
