Cass: Does that mean I get her tamales without cyanide?
Lilah:You’re not funny, but yes.We’re trying to figure out how we’re going to bake.We need ovens.
Mal:Cass, you can fix your kitchen—add an industrial oven and all the gadgets they need—since you won’t be using the apartment anymore.
Cass:I’ll hire some people.Can’t have it ready for a couple of days.
Lilah:That fast?You should take charge of Mom’s reno.
Mal:Don’t do that, Cass.She won’t like it if you meddle.
Cass:What if I do once the mission is over?
Lilah:You caught the mafiosos?
Cass:No, but we’re finishing this soon.
Mal:Hey, I won’t be home until later today.I’m heading to check on Keir.
Lilah:Is he okay?
Mal:We can’t get in touch with him.
Cass:He’ll be fine.We have a team already searching for him.Call if you need me.
ChapterForty-Seven
Lilah:You know what doesn’t make sense?
Cass:That my bar is a coffee shop in the mornings.
Lilah:You said it was fine last week when Mom suggested adding a coffee machine downstairs so we wouldn’t have to be deliver to every customer.
Mal:You did say it’s okay.
Cass:Was I supposed to say no?
Lilah:You can say no to my mother.
Mal:No one can say no to Rosalinda.
Cass:True story.She’s fucking scary.
Lilah:Fine, she can be a little intimidating.But back to my problem—Simone can’t be gone to visit her grandparents.
Mal:No?
Lilah:She doesn’t have a relationship with them.Can you search for her?I’m worried.It’s been a couple of weeks.
Mal:It has been, yet, I couldn’t find her whereabouts in the database.
Cass:It’s classified.
Mal:Everything we have is classified, but we can search for it.Except, her whereabouts.What if ...she’s here, but they’re making everyone believe that she’s not?
Cass:What are you saying?
Mal:The guy she found dead in a ditch.The scene was pretty close to the one where we found Stinson.Let me ask Atlas to dig into what happened to our John Doe.What if she’s hiding someone?