Dutch did not like this.
Carolyn was Jag’s on-again, off-again girlfriend.There wasno future to it, and both of them were down with that.They gravitated to eachother when one of them was lonely or one of them wanted a good time orsomething familiar.
Carolyn lived in an apartment that was outside her reachbecause Carolyn had champagne tastes and a Diet Coke budget.Though one thingyou could say about Carolyn, she worked for what she wanted.Which meant extrashifts as a CNA in a nursing home, a lot of house sitting, dog walking,babysitting and anything else she could do to earn a buck to pay for her trendypad and her designer shoes.
Eventually, though, Carolyn would marry white picket fence.That wasn’t Dutch’s judgment.The woman was honest to the point of bluntness.She made no bones she was enjoying some rough trade before she pursued, thensettled in with the real catch.
For some reason, Jag took no offense to this.
Dutch did.
He’d been around Carolyn a lot.
He’d never met the sister, but he’d heard about her, seeingas the sister was not a big fan of Carolyn’s lifestyle and all that entailedand that bugged the shit out of Carolyn, who was a fan of sharing just aboutanything, including how much of a pain in the ass her big sister was.
Carolyn could loosen up enough to find her good times.
But from all reports, the sister had a stick up her asslodged so high and tight, it’d take surgery and a miracle to extract it.
In other words, he had zero desire to drive to DIA to pickthat woman up.
“Can’t she Lyft?”Dutch asked.
“She’s got some issue with Lyft, and Uber, I forget what itis.Reports of driver attacks on women or they’re not paid enough or whateverit is with her, which is always something,” Jag answered.
Yeah, from what he’d heard, it was always something.
“Right, so she can take a taxi,” Dutch pointed out.
“It’d cost a mint.”
“Light rail goes out there, Jag,” Dutch kept at it.“It alsocomes back.”
“Dude, if you’ve gotnothin’ on,can’t you do your brother a solid?”Jagger demanded.
This was a good question.
Shit.
“Yeah, I can do you a solid.”
“Thanks,” Jagger replied.“I’ll text her flight details andI’ll get Carolyn to send a picture of her so you know who you’re looking for.”
“Great.”
“Seriously, appreciate it, Dutch.”
“Yeah.”
“Later, brother.”
“Later.”
He disconnected, fired up his truck, and was at a stoplightbefore he checked his phone after he heard several texts come in.
The flight details, her name and…
Fuck.
