Page 45 of Back in the Saddle

But…

“Bitches!” I snapped.

They all looked at me.

“Whatever this is with Eric is what it is. I can’t obsess about it. I have to find my brother,” I stated.

They all nodded in agreement.

“So, plan. Luna calls Jinx. And tonight, after Harlow and I are off work, we head by the motel to talk to Mr. Shithead,” I concluded.

“It’s a Merc night,” Luna declared.

“I say we roll in the Sportage,” Harlow contradicted. “And it’s my turn to drive.”

“I’m driving,” Raye said.

“You never let me drive,” Harlow retorted.

“That’s because you drive like a granny,” Luna said.

Harlow gasped. “I do not. I drive safe. There’s a difference.”

“No, there isn’t,” Luna returned.

“Road rage is an epidemic,” Harlow shot back. “And I’m not getting caught in someone’s rage. They want to cut me off or pull out in front of me or drive thirty miles over the speed limit in the city, they can go for it. I’m going to get where I’m going all in one piece, thank you very much.”

“Granny,” Luna mumbled.

Harlow’s face got red.

I sighed.

The back door to The Surf Club opened, and Tito stood in it silently.

Well then.

Time to get back to work.

We all trooped in with Harlow muttering under her breath, “Sportage. I drive.”

And Luna replying, “Merc. I’m at the wheel.”

I looked to Raye who was looking at me.

When she caught my eye, she winked encouragingly.

The last half an hour had been bizarre to say the least.

But whether it be in the Mercedes Arthur gave us, or the Sportage that Arthur also gave us, it didn’t matter.

I was rolling with my girls that night.

And I finally had a lead.

So, even though the feeling wasn’t overwhelming.

I was encouraged.

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