“I know you know where those guns are coming from,” he drawled. “You think I know, or you think my father knows?” I smiled, trying to mimic Giovanna. I probably looked like I was having a stroke. His dark eyes bore into me. “I know you know. You’re a terrible liar, Rabbit.” “Maybe I’m an excellent liar,” I said as my heart beat furiously. I meant it off-hand, but there was some truth to that. He didn’t know my dad had asked me to spy on them. That was a lie by omission. I was pretty good at lying to myself about my fucked up feelings. That counted, right?
