“Look, you guys,” she said, smiling at them, “I’m here for one reason. I need you to tell me where Devon Martin is.” Zé glanced at Patowski. “Our benefactor,” Patowski replied. “Yeah. Your benefactor, but my pain in the ass. He keeps sending people after me, and I need it to stop. I’ve got too much going on right now.” She began to count off on her fingers. “I’ve got my sisters to deal with, the crazy cousin who did this to my face, the twin aunts who blew up my uncles on their plane, and now my uncles have moved into our house and I’ve got to fix that.”
