They both leap into Z’s SUV without prompting. There’s no time to fuss about who sits where. Mariella’s glued to Teller’s side, so she gets thrown into the back seat of my truck with him. I drive us the hell out of the neighborhood watching the rearview to make sure Z’s following. Smoke and a faint orange glow flicker behind us. What a fucking mess. It’s not the kind of neighborhood where residents willingly invite the cops to come investigate, so it will take a while before any show up. We should be long gone by then.“Mariella, you got any idea who did the drive-by?” I ask. I need to know if it was Viper or someone else.“No. Guards are supposed to check in every forty-five minutes. If they don’t call in on time, someone automatically comes to the house. They’ve had trouble with a local gang and a few customers, but I don’t know much more.”Yeah, she was going through her own hell. I don’t want to scare her any more than we already have. Honestly, I’m eager to turn her over to Hope and Trinity and let them deal with her.She doesn’t complain.
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