Lou sat in the laundromat, a magazine open on her lap. Her head was tilted down as if looking at the glossy photographs spread there. But she didn’t see them. Her gaze, hidden behind her reflective shades, was fixed on the man. He was pulling his wet clothes from the industrial washer and moving them to the dryer positioned below it.
If he had looked up, he probably would’ve thought she was just another patron waiting for her clothes to dry.
At the end of their conversation, after Dani had confessed that she was at a loss for the best way to handle Scarlett, Lou had sought to distract her with a task. One call from Konstantine had helped them along with a list of all the employees of La Casa del Diablo—there were twenty full-time employees and another forty part-timers.
From this, Dani
