Cocoa was sitting in the porch swing, staring at the sky, thinking about Chino. It had been a mistake going after him. She saw that now. She should have left well enough alone. But leaving s**t alone had never been her strong suit. And now she was paying for it. As she thought about this, she heard the sound of an engine. She turned and saw an old farmer in an old orange pickup coming down the gravel road. Cocoa watched him with curiosity, becoming even more curious when he pulled into the driveway. He parked behind one of the three black Escalades.
One of Cocoa"s guys, Dane, a big white guy who always wore sunglasses, even inside, looked at her for instruction. She raised her hand, telling him to allow the old man to approach. The old potbellied farmer with a long, gray hillbilly beard g
