“I’ll take care of her. Don’t sweat it,” the man said.
Shanna killed Charlie, and the bitch is going to kill me. Wait. That man. The one following me. I saw him.Images pierced through her drug-addled brain.He was at Annie’s. That’s right. How are they connected with Shanna? How the fuck am I going to get out of this?
“She’ll be coming out of it in a couple of hours. I’ll tell her the choices and she can decide. I can’t wait to get the fuck out of this hick town. I was made for a city like Los Angeles.”
“Two hundred thirty thousand won’t go very far in LA,” the man said.
“You should go somewhere in the south where things are cheaper,” Annie added.
“My hair would be a mess in all that humidity. Anyway, I didn’t say I was actually going to move to LA.”
Fallon peeked out from under her eyelids; she didn’t dare open her eyes all the way. All she could see was their feet: Shanna’s stilettos, Annie’s sneakers, and black boots worn by the man with the cold eyes. Despair began to wrap around her nerves, strangling them. She had no idea where she was; her only hope was that Diablo would be able to track her location from the GPS device he’d installed on her phone. The three of them acted like amateurs, and she prayed it didn’t occur to them that she’d have a GPS tracking device. In her heart she knew Diablo would come for her.
Until then, she’d have to play the waiting game.
