Chino was sitting Indian-style on the floor, admiring Ericka. Ericka was stretched out on a ratty old couch. Dobbs was sitting in a tattered recliner. Dobbs watched Chino take a swig from the whiskey bottle.
“If you"re gonna do this, you need to lay off that s**t,” said Dobbs. “You need to be sharp.”
“This is how I do it,” said Chino. “I never kill anybody sober anymore.”
“I hate to interrupt all this,” said Ericka. “But I got a job. I got responsibilities. I can"t just leave. What am I supposed to do?” She thought about it for a moment. “I don"t even know what you"re saying is true. This could be bullshit.”
“It ain"t bullshit,” said Dobbs. “There"s a mean b***h out there who wants you dead. But…”
“What?”
He grabbed his pistol and raised it, showing her. “Chino wants you alive, so I"
