INKA
The black SUV hummed smoothly as we pulled away from the house. I sat in the back seat beside Maggie. Razor was driving, and in the passenger seat sat another one of Kayde’s men, the prospect he had introduced with Razor the other day. I forgot his name. The silence lasted only a few seconds before Maggie turned to me with a warm, curious smile.
“So, Inka,” she began gently, “tell me about yourself. How long have you been in Sandy Creek? You don’t sound like you’re from around here.”
I swallowed, trying to keep my voice composed, recalling what Kayde and I had discussed about what to say. “I’m new in town. I moved here a few months ago from a small town further east. It’s very different from here.”
Maggie nodded thoughtfully. “A small town girl in the desert. That must have been
