“I’ll get on that and getting a word to Dimitri we’re going to be pulling up,” Raye said.
“We should ask Titus to go with,” Willow proposed. “I think the men will be happier if he’s there, he’s tight with Dimitri and us, so it won’t seem weird, and I haven’t seen Titus in a while. I miss him.”
I missed him too.
And I suspected Willow had shared with Gabe we were thinking of instigating this meet, and the Titus suggestion was actually Gabe’s as to what might not make Knox and/or Cap lose their shit that we were going to have a sit-down with the underboss of the Russian mob.
“You’re on contacting Titus,” Raye said to Willow.
At this juncture, the phones in all of our aprons buzzed, and we looked down at them. We then pulled them out.
Text to the group from Jinx, a friend/informant, ex-sex worker, current student at ASU studying to be a teacher, who was now living with a hot guy with a mansion and a view.
Oh yeah, she’d pretty womaned.
I pulled it up and it said, What? I become invisible? Word on the grapevine is one of Los Guapos WAS SHOT! And NOTHING?
One could say, with recent holidays and our current dearth of missions (so we didn’t need information), we hadn’t been meeting up with our sex worker (and former sex worker) crew.
But they weren’t only our informants. They were our chicks.
Bad form.
Therefore, I said, “We should set up some diner time with the girls.”
“They also might know something about what’s going down with Knox’s family,” Raye said. “I know all of that is down in Tucson, but they may still hear things. Not that we’re going to do anything about it,” she said that last sentence fast when I shot her a look. “Just good to know all you can know, especially when the guys aren’t out of it.”
I thought this was a good idea, though if we did the Russian thing tomorrow, and then did the diner thing, I’d be missing out on eating in front of the TV with Knox two nights this week.
Bummer.
But a girl had to do what a girl had to do.
“You text Jinx, calm her down and set that up,” Raye finished with her orders, that last one was to me. “And we got tables, ladies.”
I looked to the restaurant.
It was filling up.
So I sent a quick text to Jinx that said, Knox is recuperating well. We’ll plan a diner date. And he and I are together.
I was punching my first order in when I got back, Who he?
So I replied, Knox.
And she replied, I get that, gringa. Who he?
Oh, she meant which Hottie Squad member.
Dark hair. Killer bod.
To which she replied, That could be them all.
She was right.
So I said, Hazel eyes. Little cleft in his chin. Football Hottie.
And I got, Nice. Then, Thursday. 6:00. I’ll tell my girls. You tell yours.
