“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY just left?”
The girl was thin, skinny really, with long, stringy brown hair that looked as if it had been grabbed in a greasy fist and stuffed into a ponytail holder with no consideration for how it went in. Several strands hung down her emaciated cheeks, some of them sticking in the motor oil she wore like gloppy makeup. She stood with a long, skinny hand on each hip, one hip jutting out with studied belligerence. Popping her gum loudly, she looked Brita dead in the eye. “I ain’t the man’s travel agent, cop. All I know’s he left. He had Fabiana Maricruz with 'im.” She grinned. “I called my BFF and gave her the gossip. I ain’t heard nothin’ about no romance between the two of them. I think I scooped the news on that one.”
Brita figured it would be on the national n
