See, I’d hidden under the bleachers at the high school, followed him to the levy, even disguised my voice and called his mother to find out his plans so I’d know where to set up my surveillance. It had taken a month of steadfast determination, and at least four rolls of film, before I got proof that Jack was messing around–no, having sex–with Greta while he was supposedly dating Laura something-or-other.
My mother called him un mujeriego–a player. I didn’t care. I just wanted him to do to me what he’d done to Greta.
|Lola Cruz Mysteries, Book 1|
|Lola Cruz Mysteries, Book 2|
Books on the House
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The Naked Hero