didnât seem like your type, although Iâve never seen you with a boy so I have no idea what your type is.â
âAnyway . . .â
âHe was just some random dude who asked Cisco for some directions and left like a minute later.â
I suppose thatâs possible. The minute I recognized that hoodie, I went back inside the house because I didnât want him to think I was checking him out. Right now Iâm working on the assumption Lux saw me the day of the fire, and that he was the random dude on Michelleâs porch last night even though I never saw his face. That jacket just keeps appearing too many times for it not to have been worn by Lux every time Iâve seen it. But Michelleâs explanation of why Lux was there is pretty lame. He couldnât ask his alleged girlfriendâthe one who lives right across the streetâfor directions? Michelle could be lying, but I doubt it since I canât imagine what sheâd have to gain from it.
âDo you know where he was trying to get directions to?â
âNo, I never heard that part. He just came up to the porch and said to Cisco,âHey, man, Iâm lost. Can you give me some directions?â Like that.â
âJust walked right up there to Cisco, almost like he knew him? Seems kind of dangerous to step to a gangster like that, especially after dark.â
âThatâs true, but like I said, he was just some random guy. He didnât know Cisco.â
I donât buy that, but keep it to myself. âWhat did Cisco do?â
âHe didnât just give the guy directions, he walked him all the way to Center Street to make sure he knew where he was going and didnât get lost again. See? I told you Cisco was a nice guy. You just need to give him a chance.â
Yeah, I might just do that.
Chapter 13
I love Saturday mornings, especially when they kick off a weeklong break from school and I wake up to the smell of pancakes and bacon, one of the few dishes Lana canât mess up. All she has to do is put the bacon on a microwave plate and pour pre-mixed batter on a hot skillet, so it always turns out right. Saturday and the smell of breakfast cooking also means she isnât dodging me this morning, and maybe now I can get some answers out of her. When I go downstairs to the kitchen, I find my assumption is wrong. Lana is pouring bacon drippings into the grease can, and instead of wearing her robe, sheâs dressed for work. Her weapons are on the counter next to her keys and cell phone. So much for getting her to talk this morning.
âWorking on a Saturday?â
She takes a seat at the kitchen table so she can strap a holster and gun to her left ankle. âI offered to take a weekend surveillance detail for a friend. With Christmas coming next month, I could use the extra money.â
I donât say anything while I get a plate from the cabinet.
âYouâre the only one I spend on at Christmas,â Lana says in a fake cheery tone, âso all my time and a half will go to you. I know youâve been wanting me to buy you aââ
âThe only thing I really want you to do is stop avoiding me and do what you promised to do two weeks ago.â
âI havenât been avoiding you. Itâs just so busy at work. . . . .â
âMom, I havenât seen you in two days and we live in the same house. Even when your caseload is mad heavy, weâve never gone two days without seeing each other. Even on your sixteen-hour days, you usually wake me in the morning before you leave and make sure you get home before I go to sleep. I donât need to be a detective to figure out youâre avoiding me.â
âOkay, youâre right. Youâre right,â she says a second time, like sheâs trying to convince herself. âTonightâweâll talk over dinner. Iâll make us something nice and weâll talk. I promise,â she says before
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