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The call comes in on our way to Rattlesnake. I take the wheel and let Darla relax in the passenger seat. She needs it. I lasted longer this time.
She sits low in the seat with a gentle smile on her face. Cheeks flushed. Lips a smudged red.
My eyelids feel like lead. I have to slap myself a couple of times. But wild, in-car s*x'll do that to you.
The phone call wakes me up, though. It's Collins. I hold the phone in one hand, the wheel in the other as we cruise down the open highway. Nothing but blue sky and birds.
"It worked a charm," Collins says. "Their crews are a drunken mess."
"Good," I say. "If nothing else, it ought to cause this Welch guy a distraction."
"Whether it does or not," Collins says. "It sure feels good."
"Almost wish I was there," I say.
Darla punches me hard
