We made it through "Bohemian Rhapsody," and most of "Blank Space" when Drio showed up. He took in Ro's shirt and his gleeful rendition of Taylor Swift and glared at me. "You've wrecked him."

I ended the song on a heel scuff. "Or I've thirty-seven percent improved him."

Ro ran a hand down his body. "You can't improve perfection. Got the goods on Ferdinand?"

Drio had learned Ferdinand was killed outside Palm Springs. According to Golda, that's where he'd been living. ...