A warning bell goes off in my brain. Lie. Don’t tell him anything. It’s Dima’s voice I hear in my head, coaching me through this situation.
“And where were you and Rose being held?”
“A house in Kentucky. The guy was a mob boss. I never knew his name. He didn’t want us to know his identity.”
Tommy stands up and moves towards the kitchen slowly, his pockmarked face twisted into concentration. “You have a last name, Arya?”
“Arnaud.” I say the first thing that pops into my mind—Brigitte’s last name.
Tommy raises a skeptical brow. “Arya Arnaud from Florida, held by a stranger in Kentucky. I don’t suppose you have any identification on you?”
“I lost it all when I fled,” I lie. “I don’t have anything. That’s why I came here to find Rose’s family. She was my only friend in there and I hoped
