“What about you?”
“I’ll be alright. Here.” I plop it on her head and flip the visor down. “I might not be able to hear you, but if you need me to stop at any time, tap my left arm two times.”
Big Daddy glances back at us, impatient to get home to Gwynee, no doubt.
“Let’s ride.”
When we reach Tijuana, we stop off for gas and a piss break.
“Give us a minute,” Big Daddy grumbles as I hand Daisy a drink. I walk over to Hero and Wicked as they munch on their street tacos.
“What’s the deal with this chick?”
I hook my thumb toward my passenger as Prez grills her.
“A gift from Hector and Jose,” Hero tells me.
“A spy.”
He nods. “Something like that. Wants BD to give her a job at Legends.” He snorts.
“Is he going to?”
“Not sure. Depends on his mood and how she answers his questions.”
“Why would we…he wants to flip her.”
Hero shrugs.
I glance back at Daisy. She looks early twenties, but has a baby face. She could prove useful in many ways. Who better to give inside information on the Juarez brothers than someone who has survived them? Problem is we can’t trust her, and she can’t trust us either.
Not yet.
Trust is earned.
Big Daddy looks over her passport, then gives her a nod.
Daisy smiles and shoves it in her back pocket.
“Half an hour, then we ride out,” he announces to our crew.
I need to get this chick some pants.
There’s a fucking Walmart of all things nearby. “Let’s grab you some decent shoes.”
Daisy struts up and down the shoe aisle in a pair of black cowgirl boots, having no clue how fucking cute she looks sucking on a sucker. Or maybe she does, and that’s the point.
I cup a hand over the back of my neck and roll my shoulders.
She pops the red candy from between her lips. “What do you think?” She shoves the stick between her lips once more.
“Looks good, but how do they fit?”
She turns from side to side, checking herself out in the mirror. “Okay, I guess. I’ve never picked out my own shoes before.”
She’s got to be shitting me. “Don’t piss me off.”
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
