7
As Terrance drove them back to Iron Goddess, Shea replayed their confrontation with Oscar in her head. Was he telling the truth? Maybe it was the Confederate Thunder who’d broken in and shot Derek. But Oscar was hiding something; she could feel it.
“Do the Jaguars have a clubhouse somewhere?” she asked.
Terrance stared at the road ahead without glancing at her. “Give it a rest.”
“Dude, we gotta figure out who shot Derek and teach ’em a lesson.”
“No, we don’t. I’m not throwing away everything I’ve worked for over this. Let the cops handle it.”
“This guy Oscar shook you up, didn’t he? I’m sorry he found out you’re trans.”
He pounded the steering wheel so hard she thought it would break. “I don’t give a damn what Oscar thinks about me being trans.”
“Then what’re you so pissed about?
