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“He won’t, will he?”
He looked at me like I was insane. “Crip?”
Navarro’s club name caught me off guard, and my response came slow. “Uhhm. Yeah, Crip.”
“Fuck no. He’d die in there before he agreed to anything.”
“So what are they? The charges? Can you tell me?”
He raised his right hand and extended individual fingers as he named each charge. “Breaking and entry, burglary, criminal mischief, theft, and suspicion of murder. There might be another, I can’t remember.”
Oh. My. God.
My immediate response wasn’t one of wonder. What happened or why never came to mind. Doing any and everything in my power to assist in his release, however, did.
“What can I do to help?”
Thick strands of his long hair had fallen down into his eyes. He lowered his head, raked his fingers through it, and brushed it away from his face. “You got any beers around this place?”
It was late, and a drink sounded good. “Michelob Ultra. That’s the only beer I have. Or you can have vodka and cranberry juice, which is what I’m going to have.”
“No disrespect, but Michelob Ultra tastes like water. If I try one of them cranberry drinks, you ain’t gonna tell Crip, are ya?”
“Not if you don’t want me to.”
He shot me his crazy-eyed stare. Again. “If I wanted you to tell him, I wouldn’t have asked, would I?”
I grinned. “Probably not.”
“Make me one of ‘em, but make it like you were six-foot-eight and weighed two-sixty. You know, not for a girl.”
“I don’t drink like a girl, believe me.”
I mixed two drinks, making them no differently than I would if I were drinking alone. I handed him one of them. “Are you really six foot eight?”
“Barefoot, yeah. In boots, six-ten and a little.”
“Jesus.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Wow.”
“Forty-inch inseam, size sixteen boots, and a double XL shirt. Try findin’ shit that fits. Pain in the ass.”
I took a drink. “Size sixteen? Seriously?”
He took a drink, swallowed, and then stared at the half-full glass. “Yep. And I know you’re wonderin’, so I’ll just say it now. What they say is true. And no you can’t see it.”
I tried to keep from smiling. “I wasn’t going to ask.”
To be truthful, if I had a few drinks in me – and if I hadn’t met Navarro – I would have asked.
“But you were wonderin’.”
I took another drink. “We always wonder. It’s part of being a girl.”
He finished his drink and stared at the empty glass. “This fucker’s good. And gone.”
