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Zahara put a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, Jinxie. We’ll find her.”
“Yeah, she won’t escape us for long,” Rodeo added. “She might be smart and have help, but we’re professionals. How many fugitives have you caught over the years? Hundreds, right?”
“I know. But this one’s personal. She murdered a member of my community. All while acting like we’re the danger to society. We’re the ones getting murdered so often we have a candlelight every year to honor those who’ve been killed.”
“I hear ya, girl. Don’t let the resentments cloud your judgment,” Zahara added. “We’ll get her.”
“You’re right. We’ve got the tools, the experience, and the savvy to track her down and send her back to the Graybar Hotel.”
My phone rang, and I answered it without checking the ID.
“You get her?”
