Ivy
The mood in the house was strange that evening, almost dark. I knew Frank had held a meeting earlier that day about the girls who were murdered in Mexico. He had information from one of his informants on what went down. The Cartel were ruthless, and the more I heard about what the guys dealt with, the more I was nervous about the idea of them leaving again. I had no idea when their next mission would be, and the unknown played on me. I just couldn’t get how they did it.
Savannah assured me that the guys were carrying a lot and that on days like that everyone just laid low and processed. I guessed it made sense. The house that seemed to be so upbeat and free had a different side to it. Days of down and outs.
I hadn’t seen Ty all day. I knew he was struggling, and the fixer in me want
