“All boiled down and crystal clear,” Brooklyn murmurs. Obviously thinking along Bronca’s lines. And Bronca is pleased to see her take a deep breath, square her shoulders, then nod to herself. “And yeah. Now I’m good and mad. Between this and what they did to my Jojo, I’m ready to throw all kinds of hands.” Bronca claps her on the shoulder. “That’s my girl. Let’s get this shit cleaned up, and get back to work.”
