“Five more minutes,” Nailah said, catching Jacob’s attention. “Then bathtime so we can get ready for bed.”
“Mom, when is dad coming home?”
“He’ll be home soon,” Nailah assured him. “Four minutes.”
Jacob snorted a laugh. He curled up on the floor with Diesel, watching his favorite cartoon. Nailah smiled as she looked at her son, taking out her phone only to fight the urge to call Gus. She didn’t want to distract him from whatever he was doing.
Nailah never asked questions about the Club’s various businesses. She knew the typical stereotypes, but she also trusted her eyes. There was never any indication that the businesses were anything but legitimate. Yet Gus occasionally returned home with a haunted look in his eyes, like something inside had died or been turned off.
It was an incred
