Chino and Ericka were in Joe the Rabbi"s F-10, driving around Dryden, looking for clues. “You"re a Customer” was on the stereo, but neither was listening. They had the windows down, letting the cool air blow in.
“How we gonna find "em?” asked Ericka. “They could be anywhere. Especially since Max said they"re in the country. This whole area is country. It"s like a needle in a haystack.”
“This haystack ain"t that big though.”
“So what do we do?”
“I"ll ask around, see if anybody has seen a bunch of gangster-lookin" motherfuckers. They ought to stick out like a sore thumb.”
Chino pulled into a gas station. He went inside. There was an old Eagles song playing from a radio behind the counter. There was only one customer, an older woman buying scratch-off tickets. Chino milled around until s
