7 NoraBusted.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
Turning, Nora saw a familiar toothy grin.
“Felicitaciones,” said a slim dark-haired man only a few inches taller than her five-feet-four. “Congratulations,” he repeated in English, showing off his movie-star teeth.
Their sparkling whiteness was a nice contrast to the narrow black mustache on his upper lip and his warm brown skin.
Hugo Sanchez was a journalist who covered the crime beat for the Tri-City Daily News.
Today, he’d tucked a flattering pale yellow dress shirt into a pair of form-fitting dark slacks and his cologne had a fresh, piney scent.
She grinned back at him. “I hoped I’d run into you.”
Hugo was her main Parma source when it came to crime. Pure good luck had put him right in front of her.
She could interrogate him and still m
