The look on her face now was so fucking vulnerable, as if she wasn’t kicking and punching the shit
out of us minutes ago. I had to admit, however, the girl in the picture wasn’t my type. This one? I’d have her anywhere any time.
Too bad I could only play with her once or twice before I delivered her head.
I jumped into a pair of blue jeans and opened the door. “Viper, fetch Racer’s boy. I want him to run
the shit we found in her bag on his magic computer.”
“Sure thing. He’s already downstairs, having fun with the prospects. Want me to bring the doc to
take a look at her head, too?”
“Nah. It’s just a scratch. She’ll wake up just fine.”
I shut the door and tucked my piece in my pants. Then I sank in a chair and stretched my feet on the
edge of the bed, taking another gaze at her. “Anne Harrison.” At least, that was what the fancy North Carolina college ID card she had in her bag said. She was a brunette in the picture on that one, and
her eyes were fucking gray.
I got myself a chameleon.
“Who are you, babe? And what brought you here all alone so far away from home?” The driver’s
license and passport said she was from San Francisco.
A knock on the door put my questions to a halt.
“Come in, Cookie.”
Racer’s boy entered, a laptop bag hoisted on his shoulder, twisting his lips. He hated it when I
called him Cookie. Who wouldn’t? But the name had stuck since he went stealing treats from the
cookie jar. His father’s punishment was to call his boy Cookie instead of Colton in front of everybody the whole fucking time. Colton never touched a cookie ever since, not even the wet kind.
Fucked up for sure. He was fucking sixteen and was buried behind a screen all day. The only thing
he’d do to have fun was crack a beer with the guys every now and then. Racer regretted his stupid
punishment till today, but he was too proud to admit it. His way of fixing it was getting his boy more involved in our game to toughen up and own his shit.
“You called for me, Prez?” he asked.
With my foot, I pushed a chair at him to sit. Then I pointed at the girl’s backpack and explained the task.
He nodded without a word, but I caught him stealing a glance or two at the girl. As much I wanted
him to get some pussy, the way he was looking at her irritated the fuck out of me. “She’s much older
than you, Cookie, and she ain’t here to stay.”
“I…I wasn’t—”
“Take her shit and work your magic downstairs.”
“Yes, Prez.” He found her papers in the bag and hauled his skinny ass to the door. “Anything else?”
