The Case
The one woman I most needed to find. And when I most needed money, her mother willing to pay anything to get her back. “Who told you to visit Mr. Pike?”
She seemed surprised. “My neighbor across a street.” She spoke as if wishing to ease my mind. “I live on the Market a Center. My husband Giovanni was — how you say? — he bought a cattle from Nitivali and sold at stockyards. We move from Milano when Maria Athena small. Giovanni, he die last year from his a heart. I have nine sons and Maria Athena.” Her eyes fell. “And a now she gone.” She peered at me. “Can you help? Or no?”
I took a deep breath, heart pounding. This felt like a trap.
Every time the Red Dog g**g made a play, they used a distraction to divert me from what they were really doing.
What were they really doing?
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