Page 115 of Haze of Obedience
"The other women never stood a chance," he continues.
I put my fork down and scowl at Tinker.
Zoe puts her hand on my thigh and clears her throat. "So not to change the subject, but what about your people...how well do you know them?"
Tinker's face turns solemn. "They're former Marine buddies of mine. You don't need to worry about them."
Zoe lets out a big breath.
I put a forkful of tamale up to her mouth. "Eat."
She takes a bite, and I put more in my mouth wishing I could shove something in Tinker's.
Zoe swallows and takes a sip of water. "I've worn green contacts and a long, bright red wig before as a disguise. If you aren't expecting me, you wouldn't know who I am. Could you get hair dye and a hairpiece I could clip in just for border patrol?"
"Yep. You'll have to stay an extra day or so. The passport picture needs to be spot on."
"We can do that,” I assure him.
Axel and Penelope come back in. Axel says, "It's getting late. We're going to get some sleep."
"Get some rest," I say.
Zoe rises and hugs Penelope. Unspoken words pass between them, and they leave the room.
Zoe sits back down and frowns.
"Eat your dinner. We can't do anything about it right now."
"Yes, boss." She salutes me.
I snort. "It's a sin to waste these tamales."
Tinker's cell rings. "That's my passport guy." He answers it and leaves the room.
We eat in silence for several moments until Zoe winces.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Zoe, don't lie."
She sighs. "Sorry."
"It's okay. Tell me what's going on."
"My arm is throbbing and feels hot, but I want to itch it."
"I can put some more cream on it."
She shuts her eyes and nods.
I put my fork down. "Let's go upstairs."
She glances at my plate. "You haven't finished."
"Your arm is more important."
