RIDE OR CRY
"Your phone's been buzzing for twenty minutes," Jesse said, sliding a beer across the counter to Maya. "It's the same number. You want to tell me who that is? Because I'm getting curious. And when I get curious, I get nosy. And when I get nosy, I usually find out things people don't want me to know. And trust me, I've found out a lot of things over the years."
Maya stared at the phone like it was a snake about to strike. "No one."
"No one doesn't call twenty times in twenty minutes." Jesse leaned forward, his eyes sharp and assessing, all traces of his usual humor gone. "That's someone who wants something. Someone who's not going to stop. Someone who's persistent. That's the kind of person who doesn't take no for an answer. That's the kind of person who scares me. And I'm no
