Chapter 13
After bagging and burning the clothes they’d worn on their caper gone wrong, they took turns washing up inside of a sink in a Chevron gas station bathroom. When it was her turn, she made sure to scrub her fingers nails and hands of any gunpowder residue. Although, she’d worn gloves there may have still been a chance that some traces of gunpowder had clung to her hands.
Once they were done, they dried themselves off with napkins and got dressed. Hungry, they bought a couple of microwavable burritos, chips, and sodas. She parked on 81st and Figueroa, killed the engine and got comfortable as they ate.
“So, where are we going to crash tonight?” Anton asked with a mouthful of burrito.
Eureka chewed and swallowed her food before answering, “Here.”
“Here, here? You mean, like in t
