“THAT’S RIDICULOUS!” Fabiana’s face was dark with rage. Her fists were clenched at her sides and she nearly vibrated with rage.
“You’d better have a darn good reason for accusing Alvaro of something like that, bro.” Warwicke had moved close to Fabiana and was giving off definite protective vibes.
Percy, who’d been elected their spokesman by default, just because he didn’t dance backward fast enough, lifted his hands. “Hey, don’t kill the messenger, bro. We talked to all the names on that list. Most of them really like Alvaro. But only one saw the car he says ran at him and caused him to turn toward Greg Masters.”
“Who?” Fabiana took a hostile step toward Percy, into his personal space. Having a lot of experience dealing with a prickly woman, Percy took this in stride. At least Fabiana d
