actual moan. On the one hand, I have the satisfaction of knowing that my gut instinct was right—Rayanne’s mysterious weekend visitor is important. So important that Rayanne pulled off some kind of disappearing act. On the other hand, I’m totally screwed. There’s a very real possibility that Gage’s organization is smuggling in a new packet of pure fentanyl from Canada earlier than I thought. So much for my night off. I check the fire
