CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The Hermosa neighborhood was just west of Logan Square. They could have walked, but on the cab ride, Desmond told her that they had their fair share of excitement for the night. In the backseat, Rocco nursed his hurt arm. It didn’t seem to be broken, but Rocco was in a lot of pain. Luna switched her attention between his arm and Cyrus, who was peeking his head out of Becca’s purse.
Becca didn’t understand. Why did these people care about Cyrus so much? They were complete strangers.
The cab pulled down a wide boulevard of homes. If Logan Square was the place for hipsters, then Hermosa was the place for families. Logan Square had streets and streets of shops, apartments, and gentrified lofts. Hermosa was a neighborhood of houses: one-and-a-half bungalows with dormer win
