Posy's Mafia Run

DARIO

I ’m soaking wet, hard enough to pound nails, and I stink like flowers and soap.

I grab a change of clothes, rinse off in a guest room shower, and head for my office. I pop my head in the surveillance room and tell Ray to keep an eye on Posy. The lock on the door is flimsy, but all the hallways and the grounds are monitored by CCTV. She can run, but she won’t get far.

She was so tired, though. I wanted to play with her, but she wouldn’t have been any fun.