Chapter 3
I awoke to the tune of some ancient rock song I couldn’t quite recognize in my half-sleep.
“Lopez,” Edgar said gruffly from the spot next to me in the bed. I could hear the rumblings of someone speaking on the other end of his cellphone but I couldn’t make out words. Edgar sat up straight. “All right. Okay. Yeah, I will. Give me an hour or so.”
I blearily blinked at the time on the ceiling. 3:00 AM.
Edgar put down his phone.
“A case?” I asked.
“No.” He rested his hand on my bare leg. “Family stuff. My sister showed up at my mother’s. She had a fight with her boyfriend again.”
“And what’s that got to do with you?”
I felt him shrug. “Mom wants me there. Probably wonders if she can press charges or something.”
“You want me to go with you?” Honestly, I hoped not. I wanted to
