“I don’t care that you didn’t want Tom back. Tom was patient, sure, but he was also weak. I’m actually glad you’re smart enough not to settle for that. He got his opening, and if he wanted to win you back, he could have. Months now, he’s done dick. He’s excellent in the role he’s in. Watching you, he learned from a master, put his spin on it, things are going great. But he’s not the man for you and you figuring that out, I’m glad.”

I said nothing because there was nothing to say and because I was bracing since I didn’t know where this was going.

“That said, I’m your big sis. I was looking out for you. Leading Tom along with the promise he’d get you when he had a purpose to serve, served my purpose. It worked out. You didn’t give him what he wanted, he’s got other shit he wants, so he’s not complaining. But again, you, Liv, got something up your ass and you just gotta let it go.”

“This is you telling me how to feel, Georgie,” I pointed out.

“This is me telling you that we are out of the fire but we jumped right into the frying pan. Valenzuela is up in my shit and things are hot and going to get hotter so you need to strap in, Liv. No way I worked my ass off to get us to where we are to have some psychopath pull that rug out from under me. And you gotta be all in because, however I need you, you’re gonna need to kick in.”

Marvelous.

“You with me on that?” she asked when I said nothing.

“Is there a choice?” I asked back.

“That’s not saying ‘I’m with you,’ Liv,” she retorted.

“It’s the best I have, Georgie,” I returned.

She sighed a beleaguered sigh.

I sought patience, and as I was a practiced hand at that, found it.

“You know where Sebring is?”

At this surprise question, I made a sharp noise in the back of my throat.

“What?” I asked.

Suddenly, her eyes on me were frightening and her tone was a whisper.

And with that look and tone, as she spoke, I wondered with not a small amount of alarm if I ever really knew her.

“Babe, you do, you spill. Okay?”

I stared at her. Right in the eyes, I stared at my sister.

I suspected she had acid in her veins but I’d also hoped she had a soul.

She had no soul.

Looking right at her I saw it. For the first time I saw it.

Like our father, Georgia Shade had no soul.

“I don’t,” I told her.

“You do, he contacts you, you spill.”

“I understand where things are at with Gill, his ring is on your finger, but—”