Page 8 of His Other Half

"What's Josie mean?" He sat on the couch, confident that she was ready to talk.

She shook her head. "Nothing, but it's easier to go by in Missoula than my real name."

"What's that?"

"Sokanon." She paused. "It means rain."

"You're Blackfeet."

Her mouth tightened. "Blackfoot."

"Same thing," he said.

She cleared her throat. "All Blackfeet are Blackfoot, but not all Blackfoot are Blackfeet."

Stumped at what she was talking about, he straightened his beard. "I'll take your word for it."

"You should. I have no reason to lie." During their discussion, she'd made it all the way to the front door.

She turned the door handle. Paco remained sitting. She couldn't leave without using the key in his pocket.

Her shoulders bowed, and her head fell forward, taking her long curtain of black hair and hiding her face. "Thank you for helping me, but I need to leave. Please let Banks know I'll apologize for not showing up for work after I save my friend."

Unfortunately, he understood the underground life more than her. If those responsible for kidnapping the women realized she was emotionally connected to one of the girls and had gotten away, her friend was probably dead already.

They wouldn't chance the authorities coming and catching them with the women.