“Thank you so much. I can’t imagine what you must be thinking having me turn up on your doorstep like this.” “That you’re running from your husband?” I offer with a disinterested shrug. My tone is clipped and harsh, but if she takes any offense, she doesn’t show it. “Yup. You read me right,” she says with a soft laugh. “I guess you’re good at reading people in your business.” I arch an eyebrow at her. “And that is?” She shrugs. “Mafia stuff.”
