CHAPTER 8
What did I agree to?
Rooster drives the SUV, the afternoon sunlight casting dappled shadows on his face. I did not consider that they might have four-wheeled transportation, especially not a full-on soccer mom vehicle. Inconspicuous, at least, especially around here. I lean against the passenger door.
The plan, what they want me to do, is infinitely strange. I don’t understand why they want answers to the list of questions I’ve set to memory, but I do know that the woman I’m meeting is the wife of the man murdered in that alley.
It’s almost as weird as the fresh veggie frittata and green juice Cue made me for breakfast. Not only do they have more fruits and veggies than a health bar, but they cook like they own a vegan restaurant. All I want is some damn bacon… which they did
