"Lucky," Emma snarls.
"Lucky?" my wife repeats.
I lean back in my chair. Okay, I guess I can give her that. It has nothing to do with my business, after all. If Lucky was after me, she'd have found me. No, she's after Emma.
"Her real name is Lana Anderson. But the Cosa Nostra calls her Lana, Lucky Strike, Anderson. Lucky for short. She's Vito Luciano's enforcer."
I know what surprise looks like on Kay, and there's none on her face right now. Something feels off; I just don't know what.
"Do you know her?" I ask her stupidly.
She snorts, crossing her arms over the dress I had her wear today. She hates it. It looks too Stoneview, but I can't get enough of the way it hugs her body.
"Why would I ask if I knew?" She digs her gaze into mine, and I simply nod. I don't have the capability to understand this further.
