Chapter 156

*LORENZO* “Is it her?” Carla asked. “What?” I scoffed as I drove her home. “Your cleaner.” Shit. “What about my cleaner?” “Is it her?” “Don’t be ridiculous.” Carla crosses her arms. “That’s not a no.” “I’m not going to dignify that with a response.” I stare out at the streets through the car’s steamed-up window as I feel a flush creep up my neck, betraying me. How did I give myself away? “I’ve never seen you so solicitous with your staff.” I scowl at her. “Speaking of staff,” I say. “She just started working for me. I barely know you. And as you can see, she doesn’t talk much.” “Enzo, if you don’t like the girl, get rid of her.” “You’re acting pretty bloody weird about her.” “No I’m not.” “Whatever, Enzo.” Carla’s mouth presses into a hard line as she folds her arms and stares out the misting cab window, leaving me to my own thoughts. What I really want is information about Danica. I process what I know. Fact one, she doesn’t talk much. And she seemed to be new in Mexico City. How old