CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
ALL EYES TURNED TO the man on the bed.
Fabiana shook her head. “No, Varo!”
Brita stepped around the Honeybun guard and walked over to the bed. Alvaro Maricruz looked like death warmed over. His face was tinged in gray and coated with a thin sheen of sweat, his dark curls plastered to his wide forehead.
Beside him on the bed was a small, dark-haired woman who fixed Brita with a hostile gaze. Stretched out next to Alvaro, she held one of his hands and nearly growled as Brita approached.
“Who are you?” The young woman asked.
Brita pulled her badge out and flashed it. “Brita Muldane, detective, Indianapolis Police Department. And who...may I ask...are you?”
“This is Penny.” Alvaro offered. He glanced toward his pretty protector and flashed her a weak smile. “She’s my
