Detective?” Leo tugged at the sleeve of her coat. “Oh, yeah, sure,” she mumbled, not really sure about anything or anybody right now. It seemed like the more she dug, the more complicated things got. “Uhm…Sorry…Leo. I was preoccupied.” She drew in a breath and tamped back the revulsion stewing inside. The Feds had somehow snared her family in a web of deception and lies and there was nothing she could do about it. For now. “Anything else you need?” Even though this revelation had shaken her, she should have seen it coming. Feds never did anything halfway. They were in it to win it, so to speak. But this time they’d messed with the wrong woman. “Uhm…yeah.…” She finally gained enough composure to look him in the eye. “Do…you…” She cleared her throat to regain focus. “Do you know anybody who hangs in the Little Village area?” Since it was the last place Lou and Cynthia lived before her place, she figured she should start there.
