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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