chapter 49

MOLLY

I tried fifty different pizza places in New York. Course, they didn’t know I tried them because we ordered delivery to a place that wasn’t even remotely near here, and there was a whole elaborate system for security guards who picked up the food and transferred it. But I tried them, and I was now an expert.

I was considering creating an app just about New York pizza places. Though, there probably already was one, and so . . . maybe I’d look into that.

I asked about Jess and Trace, but Ashton said they were in a separate place.

“We want to keep you separate, just to be safe. Less exposure.”

That was three weeks ago, and we were still going.

Ashton left at all hours of the day. Sometimes he’d crawl into bed for a few hours, then leave for three days. It was insane, but they were in a war. The news was reporting a huge uptick of criminal shootings, all places with mob ties.

I wondered if those were either Ashton’s or Trace’s places because I didn’t know much about the Worthing fami