“I gave him the tip on the foster house because we can’t be near a bunch of kids going missing.”
“You went alone?” I don’t know why that crawls under my skin, but I hate when he comes sniffing around her, plus she has a f*****g stalker.
“Yes,” she answers, finally looking at me, “I can take care of myself.”
“Wait. Who’s Zane?” Leo asks, confused.
I look at Les and raise my eyebrow; no way am I telling him. “He was a friend of the family,” she lies, and I snort before I can stop myself.
“He’s a f*****g detective that Les used to f**k,” I tell Leo in the rearview mirror. I see his eyebrows drop down in a frown. Oops.
“Seven years ago,” Les adds, shooting daggers at my head; I can feel them even through her sunglasses.
“You used to f**k a cop?” Leo sits up between the seats, putting hi
