'Don motherfucking Pedro, who the hell are you?'
That question has been ringing in my mind ever since I left the prison gates. Now more than ever, I am determined to find out everything I can about that man.
I don't care if it's the selfish part of me that wants him locked up, just because I have finally made up with the love of my life.
I definitely do not also care if the case no longer belongs to our department. Or if Dave will be furious with me if he finds out that I am distracted from the current case we are working on.
I inhale deeply, summoning all the courage I need in order to confront Don Pedro. I have decided it's best if I hear the words right from the horse's mouth.
It's better to ask him about where he came from, rather than ask one of his boys who will simply start casting me suspicious looks.
So while I patiently wait for the book club to dismiss for the day, I mentally prepare myself.
