Valentina paced the length of Patty's small apartment, checking her phone every few minutes. She'd been staying there since the break-in two nights ago, sleeping on a lumpy pull-out couch that smelled like cigarettes and cheap perfume.
"Would you sit down?" Patty sighed from the kitchenette. "You're making me dizzy."
"He should have called by now." Valentina bit her thumbnail, a habit she'd abandoned years ago. "What if he doesn't find anything?"
"Duke knows what he's doing." Patty set a mug of coffee in front of her. "If there's anything to find out about who trashed your room, he'll find it."
Valentina wrapped her hands around the warm mug, trying to stop their trembling. Since finding her wedding ring nailed to her door, she'd barely slept, jumping at every sound.
A sharp knock mad
