Page 46 of Back in the Saddle

FIVE

SMOKES & SUCH

That night, Harlow came by the Oasis, and we all met up at Luna’s to head to the storage units to switch out our car and roll.

When I arrived at Luna’s and Raye was already there, I saw immediately that we were all getting with the program, this trumped when Harlow showed.

Last time we hit the town on Angels’ business, we looked like four girls having a girls’ night.

That was part of our ruse to case a strip joint.

But it didn’t say,We mean business!

And tonight, we needed to mean business.

So, now, I was in my outfit for the day, since it fit our activities of the night, but I switched out to some black Old Skool Vans and threw on a black bomber jacket.

The bomber jacket was satin, but what could I say? I was an Angel. We swung it out there in style.

Further making my case, Luna was wearing a black, slim-fitting, merino wool turtleneck, black chinos and black suede Pumas. Raye was in dark-wash jeans with a black tee covered in a cropped black cardigan, black leather, white-soled Alexander McQueen kicks (Raye was a designer whore, even on a budget, and the woman worked it).

And when Harlow showed, she wore black crop pants, a puff-sleeved black sweater and black Nikes.

Okay, so my satin bomber and the puff-sleeved sweater were pushing it, but at least, if any of us had to run, we were wearing the appropriate footgear.

We didn’t say much as we got into Luna’s Prius and headed to the units.

But once on our way, Raye filled us in.

“Okay, Cap shared that he and Eric talked to Homer and General Grant?—”

“The General,” I corrected.

“I thought he referred to himself as?—”

“Girl, no,” I said low.

“Right. Gotcha,” she replied. “So, Homer and the General, precisely the General, said that your brother told him where you worked.”

My chest tightened.

That meant the General actually talked to Jeff.

That meant, at least for now, my brother was okay.

“Why would he do that?” Luna asked.

This was a good question.

“Maybe he thought they’d get word to her,” Harlow suggested. “And they did.”

“Any news on the Street Warriors thing?” I inquired.

Raye shook her head as she twisted to peer at me from the front seat. “Not yet. They’re sniffing around, though.”

“I hope we beat them in figuring it out,” Luna muttered.

Luna could be competitive.

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