Chapter 11
Cassidy’s laugh as she batted at Perrin’s airborne feet was the best. So Perrin held them up in the air until her gut muscles were screaming just to tease the birthday girl.
Of course she might as well be deaf and blind at the moment for all the good it was doing her. Dumb too for that matter. No one in all of Seattle had been willing to take a chance on the girl with the candy-stripe hair and a shabby winter coat stained by whatever nastiness she’d collapsed into in that alley.
No one except a family Mexican restaurant over in Belltown, a few blocks north of Pike Place Market. Cash, under the table, if she’d clear tables and wash dishes. The Mamá had made it clear that if some inspector came in, she was doing it for free as research for some school project. She was forbidden
