Just Evira.
“He’s not going to be a problem, is he?”
“No, but he’s clearly the one supplying her. Or, that’s what I would think considering the situation. Where the hell else is she going to get her hands on cocaine and whatever else she’s peddling?”
“Have you got eyes on her yet?”
“Not exactly,” Miguel said. “I think she might be on a vacation or something.”
Catherine cursed lowly. “Or she’s skipped town.”
“Definitely not. Ugly little Pepto-pink Beamer in the garage of the house the guy owns. He’s not driving around in that piece of shit. No self-respecting man would.”
“Cute.”
“Seriously.”
“Get eyes on her Miguel, and follow her when you do. I want proof it is her delivering to the clients. I don’t feel particularly good about assuming, and then retaliating without absolute proof it is her.”
“It’s her, reginella.”
“Likely, but my point remains the same.”
“I’ll update you when she’s back in town,” Miguel said.
Catherine touched up her lipstick in the mirror, and ended the call with, “Make sure you stay out of that girl’s sight, Miguel.”
“Yes, reginella. Act like this is my first rodeo.”
“Reminders are always good.”
“I’ll call you.”
Catherine found a black town car waiting outside the hospital once she was finally done with her appointments. Instead of the previous driver who had taken her earlier, a new man was waiting. He stood beside her mother.
“Ma,” Catherine said as she strolled toward the car, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
At all.
Catrina was still avoiding Catherine, after all.
“I thought you might like to go to lunch with me,” her mother said.
Dressed in black Dolce & Gabbana with the heels and mink coat to match, Catrina looked every inch a queen in her place. Then again, she always did.
“So, you’re done ignoring me, then?”
Catrina raised a perfectly manicured brow. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“Do you have something to say to me?”
Catherine smiled because yeah, she did. “I crossed a line, Ma.”
“Keep going.”
“It’s kind of cold out here, you know. It is March.”