Nyssa straightened her spine despite the dingy surroundings. “It doesn’t matter where I come from,” she told Mag with a firm tone, “I can easily just walk in this diner and retrieve my sister. You did not need to come.” “I’m the one Vince called.” Mag gently took hold of her elbow, his rich and spicy scent folding over her. “Senora Moreno seems to like you, but Vince and I go a long way.” “Mob.” Nyssa shook her head. “It was written all over him.” “And you disapprove?”
Her sister had been offline for six days now. Dread seeped into Nyssa’s bones as again she imagined Cat’s fate. The child could be hidden somewhere in a freezing rundown trailer outside of town. Coerced into drugs, unable to leave.
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