She stepped out in front of a group of tourists riding little rented motor scooters, Primed one of them, ordered him off the scooter, and yanked the obnoxiously mint green helmet off his head and buckled it on hers.
Joaquin pulled up short. “What the hell are you doing?” he yelled over the radio.
“Go get the car and follow me.” She turned the scooter around and headed after Cordoba while Joaquin ran for the car.
Not today, motherfucker, Dewi thought as she wove around startled tourists.Not today.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
DEWI
Joaquin sworein Dewi’s ear.
“What?” she yelled as she tried to keep an eye on Cordoba and not wreck the scooter.
“Nothing. Just stalled it.”
“Do. Not. Fuck. Up. My. Car!”
“I’m trying not to! Clutch is sensitive!”
Despite her growing rage at the guy for fleeing, she had to give him all due credit—for a human Cordoba sure could pedal fast.
Either that, or the little piece of shit gas-powered motor scooter was justthatsucky. Wasn’t even a Vespa. Hell, it wasn’t even as fast as a moped. There were probably electric bikes that could outrun the thing.
In fact, Cordoba made it north on A1A as far as the Fontainebleau when Dewi was finally able to coax enough speed out of the scooter and weave around traffic to come up alongside him and side-swipe him, sending him flying into a thick batch of hibiscus bushes. Before he could scramble to his feet Dewi leapt off the scooter and pounced on him, grabbing his arm to Prime him.
“Stoprunning, motherfucker!” She smacked him on the back of the head. “We just want to talk! Where’s the goddamned ba—”
“Dewi, where are you?” Joaquin screamed at her over the radio.
“Fontainebleau.” She glanced around at the people who’d stopped to watch what was going on. “Hurry. I have witnesses.”
“Almost there.”
Dewi stood and jerked the man to his feet. “¿Habla inglés?” He nodded.
She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and showed Cordoba screenshots of the texts between Fawny and Super-D. “You Super-D?” she growled.
He looked terrified but he nodded.
“Who the fuck is C, and where is the baby? Little girl. Hannah. Fawny and Henry had her this morning.”
“C is my cousin Catarina. She runs an unlicensed day care out of her house.”
“Is the baby there?”
“I-I think so!”
That’s when Joaquin pulled up alongside the curb. Dewi dragged Cordoba by the arm to the car, opened the passenger door with her free hand, and pulled the seat forward, shoving him into the backseat head-first. Then she climbed into the front seat and closed the door.
“Drive!” she ordered.
Joaquin did.
Dewi turned and bared her teeth at Cordoba. “Give us an address and directions.Now. And if you want to live, donotpiss or shit yourself in my car! Or puke!”
He gave them an address in Opa-locka, and with a fear-induced stutter provided Joaquin with directions. Dewi texted the address to Emily and told her to get the carseat out of Fawny’s car, bring the baby boy, and meet them there. And not to go inside if she beat them to the house.
