Contd
Ramirez Gonzales.
“Wait. What were you saying about Ariel? Did someone do something to her?”
“Ramirez, you’re not in her life anymore. So why does it matter?” She sighs, turning halfway toward the door.
“Are you going to Riverside Heights? You know you can’t just waltz in there.”
I say enough to stop her.
“Why not?”
“It’s a residence for politicians. Security is tighter than your grip on reality. You’d need someone who knows someone just to step past the gates.”
Hannah crosses her arms.
“So, are you going to help me out, or should I find someone else?”
“Come on.” I step out first, not waiting for her to catch up. I pull my phone out and call Mateo. His efficiency doesn’t disappoint—within seconds, he texts me George’s address in Riverside Heights.
Sliding into the drive
