Chapter 39

“And this must be Emerson.”

She walked forward while Sean got the door closed and locked.

Emerson shot to his feet and met her halfway. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, extending his hand.

She shook it, but her grip was more firm than necessary. “I’m Macie Mendoza. It’s good to finally puta face to the name.” She smiled then, no more than a showing of her teeth.

“Are you hungry?” Emerson asked, gesturing behind him to the pizza. “We have plenty left.”

“No, thank you. Sean, come have a seat. I came all this way to talk, so let’s get to it.”

There wasn’t room at the table—he only had two chairs—so they moved to the living room. Emerson and Sean took the couch and Macie sat in an armchair. Ninotchka leapt onto Macie’s lap, and when Macie began to pet her, Ninotchka went limp with pleasure.