The back door to Riva"s was unlocked.
Roxy slipped inside and headed for the basement. Nobody saw him. Riva was already there, chewing on a false nail impatiently. She was wearing more makeup than usual, more than she ever needed to. The thick layers of foundation were darker on her left cheek – a bruise. It wasn"t like her to sport injuries like that.
“Riva, you look as lovely as ever,” he lied. A part of him debated whether he should bring the bruise up.
She raised her finger to stop him speaking. “We"re going to cut to the chase, Roxy. I know you know what"s going on. I know you"re working with the Smith Brothers, and I know you have access to the girl.”
Roxy smirked in amusement. Riva always was the sharp one in the Morris family; it was her business savvy that had kept Pinky afloa
