Ramirez Gonzales.
“I always knew Anita was obsessed with you.” Echo leans back.
“She’s not obsessed, she’s just plain insane.” I retort, flicking ash into the tray in front of me with a casual disinterest that matches his.
“Insane enough that she’d probably die for you. What is it about you, Ramirez? These women…”
A hostess walks in with an ice bucket and Echo begins to look at her.
“Eyes here…” I mouth a ‘thank you’ to her before she leaves.
“Women here, man… they’re all top-shelf. And so is your Ariel. So, come on—tell me about her.”
Echo winks as if that’s supposed to make him less insufferable.
“Please, don’t make me.” I light my cigarette.
Echo has a seat at my table. He’s the one who dug up the dirt on the big shots in the underworld—that intel were the ones that let m
