If I do this right, I can get gas money and hopefully a taco for dinner, and this place looks like a good place for a cheap taco. I scan around the parking lot through a different set of eyes, and decide I like where I’ve parked—closest to the back entrance and gas pump, and quick access to the freeway. When you fleece players of their money, things tend to get testy real quick. Sometimes a good exit strategy is the difference between keeping the money in your pocket or getting a beat down.
I climb over the front seat and check my reflection in the sun visor mirror. My face looks pale. Probably something to do with the dark circles under my eyes. Hard to get a good night’s sleep when you have to keep one eye open. I’d ditched my blood-stained tank top the first night, but now only have on
