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Catherine shook her head. The two conversed like she wasn’t even standing there in the goddamn room.

“Whoopie Pies are the shit.”

“Shut up and stuff your face,” Catherine said, pushing the platter of sweets toward Miguel.

He grabbed a Whoopie Pie with one hand, and used the other to hand Catherine a manila file. She opened the file to peruse the contents while trying to ignore the groaning from Miguel a foot away as he chewed on a bite.

“Please tell me you made more of these, so I can take them with me,” he said with a full mouth.

“Gross.”

“What?”

Catherine turned her back to Miguel, and headed for the island. She scattered the documents and photos inside the file across the top, and took her time going over each one.

“She’s back in town, then?” Catherine asked.

“Since two days ago,” Miguel answered, still eating.

“Swallow before you talk. You’re worse than Cece, my God.”

Cross sipped from his coffee, and smirked to himself, saying nothing.

Catherine picked up a couple of more photos. “And she’s working, I see.”

“Evira delivered to three clients at least since she got back from … where the fuck ever.”

“Was her man with her on vacation?”

“Musta been,” Miguel replied. “He wasn’t home, but now he is.”

“Is he going to be a problem?”

“Doubtful. He doesn’t even know who the fuck we are, and he doesn’t go with her when she’s working.”

“Why would he?” Catherine asked, more to herself than to Miguel. “I doubt he would like the other services she’s providing to her clients along with the drugs.”

Cross lifted his brow. “Like sex?”

“Exactly that. At least, according to the one client I cornered.”

“Damn.”

Catherine pointed a finger at her husband. “Don’t get any bright fucking ideas, Cross. That’s not a business I want my girls going into.”

“I’ve got a couple of Capos who own whorehouses. They bring in decent cash, Catherine.”

“Not my girls.”

“Just saying.”

“Did you have any plans for what you want to do to snatch her?” Miguel asked.

Catherine had considered it. “I’ve got some ideas. I don’t want it to be obvious, and I don’t want to make a scene.”

“Care to share?”

“Not yet.”