“Where are we going?” Declan asks.
“Frangelico.”
There’s a flurry of frantic activity in the back seat. “We can’t go there! He’ll kill us!”
“Pull over,” Declan shouts, grabbing the wheel.
I do. “What the f**k?”
Laurie and Parker are already out on the sidewalk.
“We made a bet that you’d win the fight.”
“So?”
“So we might have borrowed a wee bit of money to do it.”
I sigh. “And you borrowed from Frangelico. You don’t need me to tell you that was f*****g stupid.”
“You were supposed to win the match!”
My hands tighten on the steering wheel. I gotta get Benny to Frangelico now. Every second that passes is another chance for the one-eyed vampire to get away.
“Get in the car,” I order. “I’ll put a word in with Frangelico for you.”
“Really?” Parker perks up. “You’d do that?”
“He won
