Chapter 10

“Edgar Sign. A very odd man who looks like something out of a circus. He says he knows where your son is and that I won’t like what I see when I make contact with him.”

“Sign,” she whispered. She looked up at the suite’s vaulted ceiling, obviously in deep thought. “I don’t know of the Signs, which tells me they can’t be of wealth.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. My meeting with her would adjourn at any second, pleasing the both of us.

“Axle, how dare you roll your eyes at me. No one does that to a Pagino, particularly not to a matriarch like me.”

“You’re exhausting,” I mumbled under my breath.

“I’m what?” she hissed at me again.

“You’re exemplary, to say the least.”

“Of course, I am,” she said, attempting to smile.

I stood, pushed my chair in, and said before leaving, “I’ll keep in touch, Margo. I want to find out who this Edgar Sign is. I hope he leads me to Bobby.”