When it came to those twisted fucks, there was one person I could go to for reliable intelligence and advice—although I hated the thought of asking. Asking a favor meant being indebted to her, and since I was still on her shit list, she’d really make me pay for it. But considering what I’d recently learned—and what was potentially at stake—it was worth owing a favor to someone I despised. Ignoring the gnawing sensation in my gut, I put the car in gear and headed for Maeve’s house.
Answers will come at a high price
