Chapter 7“We’re clear on who is doing what?” I asked, sipping the last of a tall vanilla latte, courtesy of a new friend named Starbuck’s (I’d been a tad late in discovering the world of creamyich caffeine-infused drinks).
“Isn’t this exciting?” Rey purred in my ear as she leaned into the space between the passenger’s seat and the driver’s.
Linda’s boyfriend had borrowed her peach-colored Toyota Echo for the weekend as his Acura was in the shop with transmission issues. Rey didn’t yet own a vehicle, which was a good thing; she leaned toward the neurotic as it was, never mind having her handle a steering wheel during rush hour traffic. I suspected Valium would be mandatory when playing passenger to Rey’s driver.
We were outside an upscale fitness club on Kapiolani that Carmelita Sangita
