32Dawna must’ve seen disgruntlement on my face.
Catching me in a lie put a gleeful smile on hers.
“You called because you need my help to lock up Ramsey,” she said.
“Not true. I’m performing my civic duty. Reporting a crime to the FBI.”
“That dog won’t hunt. You don’t have evidence of a crime. Some two-bit PI isn’t likely to find any. Nope. Your call to me is a cry for help.”
She waggled her pointer finger. “Like you said, Bella. I’ve known you a long time. You can’t run a number on me.”
Maybe not.
But she couldn’t get anything past me, either.
I pushed her finger out of my face.
“You’re supposed to be tracking Chinese spies in the US. Ramsey has nothing to do with China. Why bother to learn his name?”
Dawna adjusted her expression to seriously sincere.
“I’m getting whiplash, tr
