Jhing Jhing added, “Ha! I have an idea…or two—”
“What is it?” I swore I could read her bearing inside juggling like a tornado of rotten milk of badness.
Then she leaned in closer to my ear, “Leave a trail. Just a tiny breadcrumb. Something from Leon’s life. A book only Leon loved. A cigar stub in his purse. Something small. Let him question everything. Make him crazy.”
Note to self: Do not, I repeat, do not mess with this woman. She is a filipina warrior incarnate.
Mylene rolled her eyes, “And how do you suggest we do that? We don't even know that Leon guy.”
Ha! “Easy…We have the internet, silly.” Jhing Jhing grumbled with the same confidence of Mr. Trump when he said, ‘I will make America proud again.’ Proud my ass.
“Ohhh, I like it.” Mylene tapped her well manicured fingers. “Let h
