I put on my pants with shaking hands. I’d just gotten my daughter back. I couldn’t lose her now.

JoJo sat frozen on the dryer.

“Zegas? You still there?”

“I’m here.”

“I might be going crazy, but what does Alma drive?”

I dropped my shirt. “A red Maserati.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Why are you asking me this now?” I didn’t have time to think about Alma.

Penelope.

We had to get to Penelope.

“It’s a flashy car. I couldn’t help but notice it.”

“Get. To. The. Point, Whitley.” I spoke through my teeth.

“I saw her headed back toward the city just a few minutes before we got to the scene.”

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