Chapter Thirteen
After a spirited conversation with Leah, who was actually excited about digging into the thing she called the morgue based on the new info I had supplied, I was tempted to open my own can of worms in order to drum up my own excitement.
Yeah, I was considering a follow-up call with Serena.
Call me crazy but something told me that she held the key to some serious goodies…perhaps some even fell into the cinnamon bear range. Which was g-o-o-d. I wasn’t trying to take advantage of a woman in mourning, but felt that she honestly wouldn’t be opposed to sharing. I was, after all, a friend of Ramirez’s and divulging any insights might serve as both a relief and a cleansing of the soul, of sorts.
However, I was also banking on the assumption that Ramirez—or her hubby—had not war
