"What chase are you talking about, Lalo?" I feel like I should be on alert but not really sure why.
"Quincy," he begins, "how do you know my brother?"
"Oh Jesus," I mutter, looking at Quincy. She has a stunned look on her face. "Don't answer that," I tell her. "Back off Eduardo," I say, turning. "I didn't bring her here to be interrogated by you. You're f*****g psycho, you know that?"
"Boys!" Mama yells.
"I'm sorry. Am I missing something?" Quincy says with obvious confusion.
I sigh. "My brother here is a paranoid freak," I say, and he narrows his eyes at me. "He seems to think our relationship is some sort of scam on your part because of my job."
"What?" she asks. "Why…?" She looks at him. "Why would you think that about me?"
"He thinks it about everybody," I say, staring at him. "
