6
Tank
I stop briefly, to drop the sleeping thug off in the woods behind a gas station. I leave some extra cash in the guy’s wallet and prop him against a tree.
Foxfire’s quiet as I turn the truck in the direction of the last-known whereabouts of her mother’s trailer.
I can’t figure out how she makes me do such crazy things. Like letting her blow me while I’m driving. With a mob enforcer in the bed of the truck. And a suspicious cop ready to look in the window.
Fates, it’s a goddamn miracle I’m not in a jail cell right now for kidnapping and assault. My dad always warned me, “Females are our downfall. Mark my words, son, so you don’t find out the hard way.” He didn’t mention how he learned the hard way. He didn’t have to.
“There it is.” Foxfire sits up straight, pointing to the silve
