with beautiful intentions. But donât you think cash like that might go toward heroin in his veins instead of food in his stomach?â
âI saw the good in him. Sometimes a person needs someone else to see the good in them, Zaf.â With that she was back on the move.
âJosephine, hang on for a minute, okay?â
âNo, I donât have time for this. Iâm getting along fine and the sooner you disappear again, the better.â
âDo you mean that?â
âI do.â Lies, lies, lies. But they were her strength and comfort because he couldnât be trusted with the truth. âI have friends here and a stable job at ODC. Plus, as youâre damn well aware, Iâm testing out the dating scene. So I have no time for your pretenses. I donât want you anymore.â
The last few words crackled in the muggy air. âI might believe that had I not been in that library with your hand around my cock.â
Oh, sure. Bring that up. She stabbed her cane to the step. âHey, you donât get to crawl out of the woodwork when Iâm trying to patch up my life. And you, of all folks, donât get to judge me. So give your so-called protection to someone who wants it.â
That shut him down, but only for a taut moment. He literally jumped the rail, his feet touching down neatly on the step below hers.
âHow impressive, you do your own stunts.â Thank goodness for snarkâdishing it out gave her time to push past a tide of arousal. Facing him full-on took her breath away.
Zaf leaned close, kissed her cheek for the benefit of people passing them on the stairs. To strangers they appeared to be a normal pair of lovers relishing the brightness of each otherâs company on a dreary afternoon. So far from the truth. âJoey, youâre wearing a target.â
âWho put it there?â Asking the question didnât mean she had to put stock in what he said. It wouldnât be the first time he lied to achieve an end result.
âGian DiGorgio.â
âAre you lying?â He wasnât; she fully and completely trusted that on this occasion he was honest. God-given instincts, sharpened by a career as a federal agent, had made her suspicious of coincidences. It wasnât by chance that in recent weeks Gian DiGorgio repeatedly appeared at the bodega where sheâd shopped for years and had never before seen him. Happenstance wasnât at work when she visited the post office and found the man twisting a key into the box next to hers. Though the Bureau lent her a few courtesies, she had no recourse against a citizen exercising his rights to patronize a bodega and keep a post office box.
But to doubt Zaf would pressure him to release information he likely was reluctant to share with her yetâif at all.
âIâm not lying, Jo.â
Just to stress that she wouldnât allow herself to be handled, she said, âI want proof.â
âIâll get it to you.â
âGood.â
âLook, I know you donât trust me, but DiGorgio isnât some playground bully. This isnât casual advice between old friends. Eliminating the threat to your life is my job. Once before you pissed on my judgment, and neither of us will forget how that played out.â
Joey flinched. âThis conversationâs over.â
âTake this seriously,â he pleaded. âI didnât come to Las Vegas to dig up the past or make you cry or to blame you for my screwups.â
âReally? Seems that way to me.â
âNone of it was intentional. Youâre no longer an irritation to DiGorgioâyouâre a threat. Iâve had him tagged for the past few months. What he wants with you is personal. From what Iâve gathered, heâs willing to handle you himself.â
Inside Joey was cold, and anxiety slammed her so hard that her spine started to ache. But she said indifferently, âLet him give it a try,
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