Frankie’s eyes are on me the moment I pull open the driver’s-side door and slip into the car.
“You good?” he asks, his voice tense.
“I’m fine,” I assure him, lifting my purse into the back seat of the car.
“Were you followed?” he asks, still anxious.
I sit up and look out the windshield toward Lupa’s door, and then around. “Not yet,” I murmur, reaching for the keys that I left in the ignition and turning them. “Should we go?”
“Yup,” he says, nodding once. “Hit the road, Bambs.”
I smirk at him, doing as he says and working my way out of the parking lot and onto the roads, as was always part of the plan. I glance down at him as I start to drive. “Your brother says hello.”
Frankie laughs shortly. “Oh yeah? Does he miss me?”
“He called you a jackass a lot,” I say, dry, making Frankie l
