Cuco’s pov;
I took another small gulp of my drink, pretending to not notice the blonde bartender winking at me, trying to catch my attention.
It’s been almost a week and I had driven so far away that I was so sure that I wouldn’t be found by either Detective Moss nor the Los toros group.
I never stayed in one place for too long, but I had made an exception by staying in this place for two days now. I was tired of sleeping in the car and the neighborhood was quiet, the best place to lay low.
“Hey handsome,” the blonde finally spoke, settling into the chair beside me.
This wasn’t what I wanted now. I was going to tell her to go back to her duty post when I saw that someone else had taken her place.
“You seem lonely. You new here? Where did you come from?”
So many questions! Questions
