“I will.” I already had the perfect person in mind.
“Good. Come on. I’ll walk out with you.”
“You can’t wear that.”
“Why not?” I frowned at the petite Chinese girl standing in the doorway of my apartment.
Violet Lee shook her head of long, blue-and-black hair and walked past me into the apartment. She wore artfully ripped jeans, a white V-neck camisole, and a gray suede jacket that probably cost more than I’d made in a month at my old job. She’d paired the outfit with knee-length boots that brought her within an inch of my height.
“The jeans and combat boots are great, but that sweater and coat…” She wrinkled her nose. “You’re going there as the daughter of two of the most badass bounty hunters this city has ever seen. You need to channel Caroline James and dress like you mean busi
