Ramirez ignored my side-step. “You were going to fill me in on what occurred after we found Vargas.”
“Right. So what have I already told you? “
He shook his head. “Not much. At least not much more than your constant reference to the ‘ho.’ ” He smirked, using his index fingers for emphasis.
I chuckled. “The hoe is not a person, Ramirez. It’s a gardening tool.” He shook his head in disbelief. “What? You’ve never worked with garden tools before?”
Ramirez grunted out a harsh laugh. “I know what a hoe is, AJ. The question is, what does it have to do with anything?”
My face flushed and my stomach stirred with what could only be described as a flurry of bumblebees as I remembered the look on Clark’s face. And the flood of crimson. “The hoe killed…I killed Clark.”
“No, AJ. He was killed in a
