Chapter Fifteen
Anthony let out a long, low whistle. “Whoa. That’s a big accusation, Phee. What do you have to back it up?”
“ Mafia? Flea, you’ve clearly been reading too many true crime novels lately. Either that or watched The Godfather recently. If Mike Johnson was a wise guy, I’ll wash Velma every week for a year,” Juliet said.
Lu didn’t say a word. Her lips tightened and she looked out the window, avoiding my eyes.
“ Lu? I’m right and you know it,” I said.
“ I can’t comment on an ongoing case. If you were smart, you and your sister will leave this case alone. It’s not time for junior crime busters. The mafia is not anything to joke about or poke your noses around if you aren’t a trained professional.”
“ Wait. You mean Mike was in the mafia?” Anthony asked.
Lu stayed silent.
