CHAPTER 2
EDDIE’S BREAKING POINT
“Where do you live?” Twyla asked as we retrieved our luggage from the metal carousel.
“I’m in the Fan District, on Floyd Avenue.”
“Oh cool. I’m staying with my folks in Northside. Do you want to share an Uber?” She grinned, and while I was usually a loner, I was grateful for her company.
“Sure.”
As soon as we stepped outside, I wished I had brought a heavy coat.
“Oh my God, it’s freaking cold.” Twyla muttered, and I grunted agreement. “This is one of the many reasons I moved to Mexico. I hate the cold.” She said, her teeth chattering.
We didn’t have to wait for the car since it was circling the airport waiting for customers. An older dude wearing a vintage Clash t-shirt drove it, and the Toyota reeked of weed.
“So, Eddie, what type of work do you d
