“You’ll see a judge in the morning and then you can see what he’s going to do.”
She lifted her chin and gave him a haughty, withering look.
“It’s not going to go that far, because I know something you don’t.”
Crois shrugged.
He didn’t care what secret she thought she had.
It didn’t make a difference.
She had a stack of charges that she was facing.
That kind of thing didn’t go away.
“Once I get my fucking phone call, you’re going to be screwed for doing this to me.”
He shrugged again. “I can’t think of any reason why a phone call would do anything for you.” He pondered her words for a moment. “Even if you were related to… the president or something like that, you still have to go through an arraignment tomorrow.”
She lifted her free hand and flicked her hair back over her shoulder. “That’s so sweet that you think that, Hotness.”
He sighed and willed Pilar and Roan to hurry up a little. He wanted to get this woman to the jail so they could get back on the streets.
Babysitting drunks in the Emergency Room?
Fun.
“You don’t think I’m telling the truth, do you?”
He didn’t answer her directly.
“Everyone,” he emphasized the word, “has to take responsibility for their actions.”
She laughed.
She fucking laughed!
“Maybe someone like you or your bitch of a partner, but me?” She laid back and looked up at the tiles above her head. “I’m not like you two. I’mspecial.”
‘In the head,’ he kept his words inside his head. It wasn’t because he was scared of what she’d say. He just didn’t want to aggravate her. He had a feeling she could make the last leg oftheir journey one for the record books and he didn’t have much patience left.
“Did you hear me?” Her voice was building in volume.
“Yes,” he managed a weak smile, “I heard you.”
“Good,” she nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Because when you find out who I know, you’re going to be shitting your pants.”
He wanted to laugh out loud, but he didn’t want to poke the bear.
She might look and act likeaself-important idiot, but his mama would have grabbed his ear and twisted if he’d given her a dose of that particular medicine. Judging people by their looks was something his mother had drummed out of him.
Even the sweetest face, he knew, could hide a devil if pushed.
So he left her warning alone.
It was safer that way.
Or so he thought.
