A few minutes later, we’re standing by the grill and Eagle introduces his pregnant wife, Angel.
“This must be a big change for you, Brick,” Angel says. “Moving from the city to a small town like Shreveport.”
“I like it,” I say. “The heat, clean air, and women.”
“You just rolled into town,” Eagle observes. “What women did you have a chance to meet?”
“This one.” I hand him Starlet’s expired ID card.
He reads her name out loud. “Starlet Vega. Who is she?”
“That’s what I hope you can tell me. She’s from Holly Beach.”
I share the card with the other old ladies standing around with us. No one recognizes her. “Sorry, bro.” Eagle gives it back to me.
I tuck the card in my vest pocket, disappointed no one recognizes her. Starlet is unforgettable. “I’m going to get my bags,” I announce and then walk away.
If I really want to find Starlet Vega, all I need to do is sweep the internet. But I’d rather do it the old-fashioned way—run into her unexpectedly, seduce her, and fuck her brains out all night.
