“HOW ARE YOU FEELIN’ Varo?”
“Better. I’m pretty sick of jello though.”
Fabiana smiled. “If that’s your biggest complaint we’re doing pretty well.”
“Yeah. Hey, why is there a cop standing outside my door.” He lowered his voice. “Am I under arrest for what happened to Greg?”
Fabiana closed her eyes, leaning against the wall of the building at her back. “No. They’re there to protect you.”
“Protect me. You think somebody’s going to come after me here?”
Fabiana had to smile at the way his voice lifted toward shriek mode at the end. He’d done that ever since he was a little boy. “No. But I’m just being extra careful. I only have one brother you know.” As she said it she realized how selfish she was being pushing Warwicke and his brothers away. They could protect Alvaro so much better than
