“We done here?” I asked. I was itching to get out of here and get Annie back to her apartment. Isla nodded. “That’s all I have for you—for now.” I pointed two finger guns at her. “You’re the best, Davenport.” I turned to squeeze by Javier. “You too, Garcia. Stay excellent.” “You eat?” Javier asked Isla. She stammered for a moment, then shook her head. “No.” Lie. The demolished pho was on her desk. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Wanna grab a bite? That food truck you like is parked across the street.” “Food? I’m down,” I said, smacking the top of the doorframe on my way out. I had no
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