C H A P T E R O N E
The oak front door of Red’s hacienda may have muffled Catfish’s threat, but Red still heard it loud and clear.
“You can run, but you can’t hide!” She lay on the floor of the front hallway defeated, still soaking wet from her hot tub, trying unsuccessfully to control her tears. The taste of the Cristal she’d been enjoying just minutes earlier suddenly turned bitter on her tongue as she wondered why she hadn’t been more prepared for this day. She’d planned for it, put most of the pieces in place, but she still had a few things left to do. Like buy a gun. God...