Chapter 11
Not even a week has passed before I get a text from Redd and nothing from Nina.
It's not like I was waiting for it, but it’s suspiciously quiet from her.
I drove by her place to see if her car was delivered but still no trace of the pink murder-mobile.
If she’s up to something, I don’t know what it could be.
Redd: Liezel ID’d the man. Take Nina to address and tell her thank you for the sauce.
The sauce?
A location follows the text and I’m still wondering about what Nina gave Redd. And why the fuck is he getting gifts when I’m the one chauffeuring her ass around Atlanta when I expressly said I wouldn’t be.
Nina manages to get her way no matter what and I can’t say that I’m anything but impressed by how well she plays everyone like a goddamn fiddle.
I turn the water on for my shower and send the pixie in question, a text.