Sweet shit, it’s like nose porn. There are a number of plastic tubs in the middle of my table, as well as some jars. The jars contain the sauce responsible for the best smell in the world, and the tubs are filled with fresh spaghetti and pasta and meatballs. Good Lord—Nonna’s given me enough meatballs for at least a month. She can steal my kitchen more often if this is how she thanks me. I have nowhere to put them, but whatever. They can live on the kitchen table for now. I clean the coffee machine out and contemplate how to handle Gianna. I barely slept last night, going back and forth on what to do before I came to the realization that the anger Drake would feel if his mom was charged and prosecuted for Wally’s murder would be far greater than the anger he’d feel upon finding out I was involved in Wally’s case and working for her. I’m also going to be hung up on the case anyway, so I may as well have a reason for getting involved in a murder investigation.
What do You think about Tied Bond (Holly Woods Files, #4) (2016)?
