Cartwright is staring at me across the table, his fajita dripping toppings onto his plate. “Damn, will you come up with all my alibis, too? That’s fuckin’ thorough.” I point at him with the corner of my fajita and lift a severe eyebrow. “You’ll say nothing.” “I always say nothing,” he assures me, before taking a bite. “I can see why Carter likes you so much now, though. You got a brain in that pretty little head too, don’t ya?” “The Zoey Ellis package is a pretty good one, I won’t lie,”
