Chapter Ten
Stockard Cuvier
A dazed Carmen struggled along, bent over, her head next to my waist. c*m encrusted hair hung down in front of her and obscured where I led her. A small plan to get to Simone, maybe even get her out of here based on an “innocent” misunderstanding, formed in my mind.
In the foyer I pulled Carmen aside into an alcove and wrenched her upright. “You still want to find Fancy Desire?”
Carmen roused at that. “She’s here? You might have told me—”
Her voice rose and I clamped a hand over her mouth. Not the best gag, but it served.
“Just play along. I’m taking you to her, but you’re going to take her place.”
“Thagg pwash? Ot th phock arr uoo dalkeen ahbot?”
“I’ve got to get her out of here. By the time Stockard knows it’s you we’ll be long gone.”
“Ahnd den wot a
