I shrug and change the subject. Stone, Rock, and I don’t talk any further about it, but I can tell even Stone’s getting nervous about how long this plan is taking to unfold. I can’t say I blame them. It’s a plot…a long con that will end with her daddy taking my nine-iron between his eyes.
But the little bit true parts…they’re spreading. Fast. And if she doesn’t give me something soon, I’m beginning to wonder how long it will be before the little bits take over and make Jake Ferra forget all about Luca Ferraro’s ultimate plan for revenge.
“So, you got a fancy girl up there in New York you don’t want us to know about?” Ma asks me as she and Aunt Peg set Sunday dinner out on the table a few weeks before the end of the semester.
I look up from the text I’m sending to Zahir, one of my two be
