Chino picked him up with one hand. “So we sit here, while he gets farther away. And you didn’t think I should know that?”
“Couldn’t hear,” he whined, “Just knew they was fightin’.”
Chino tossed Blinder to the floor then turned back to me, his broad face creased in a frown. “Now why would you tell me that? You’re worth keeping around only so long as Bishop gave a s**t about you. Now...” He shrugged.
“If he didn’t show, we’d be dead anyway,” I said.
Chino tilted his head, as if reappraising me. “So what’s the deal?”
“I can bring him back,” I said quietly, “if you let us go.” I could feel Jase’s eyes burning me.
Chino’s eyes narrowed. “How?”
“He’s got a CB radio. I’ll call him on Blinder’s rig.”
“Why would he come back, if you two are through?”
“I told him we were through. Now I’ll s
