Eva swallowed hard as a horrible thought suddenly occured to her. "Why does the cartel think I would have an idea where Drew might have stashed the money?"
"To answer ya question, in police lingo, when a man steals a large amounts of money, the wife is usually in on it."
"In police lingo... How would you know?" she asked, genuiely interested.
"I watch a lot of TV," he mumbled, shrugging. "And if the cartel truly suspected you, they'd go to ya dad. Three million dollars isn't enough to jeopardize a business relationship like they have with em."
"It's not? To me, three million dollars is a LOT of money. I just want this to stop. All of it. I want my life back. I don't understand why the police are not getting anywhere on locating this guy. Seriously."
Raphael nodded. "I agree. Like I said, I'll make some calls in the morning. Come back to bed."
The sexy Brooklyn accent made her go weak inside.