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“I’m agreatfriend,” she says. “Just ask my cousin.” She moves over, grabbing my wrist and pulling me along. “Now hurry up, we have a lot to do today.”
I don’t argue with her, letting her drag me through the compound and outside. Her little black car is sleek and far too fast when she starts driving. I hold onto the armrest, double checking that my seatbelt is locked around me as she takes a wild turn that sends me flying into the door.
“Jesus.” My eyes are wide as I look at her. “Do you moonlight as a race car driver?’” I ask her
She shoots me an odd look even as she continues to drive like a bat out of hell. “I’m a hitwoman on the side, you already know that, Winter.” The look she’s sending me is so serious that it takes me too long to realize she’s joking with me.
She chuckles, turning her eyes back on the road. “I appreciate the compliment though, I’d set Nascar on fire.”
I don’t tell her that it wasn’t a compliment.
The drive is only fifteen minutes and I’m surprised when we stop outside of a quaint little restaurant. There's outside seating area, glass tables with huge, colorful umbrellas covering the tables. There’s a little iron gat that separates the area from the streets.
We climb out of the car and Lucia’s eyes move around the area. It's the same thing that the rest of the family does, taking in their surroundings before they settle into a space and I find myself doing the same thing.
I don’t know exactly who or what we’re looking for but I don’t find anything suspicious. And when Lucia lets out a little hum, I know she must have found the same thing. “Good.” she nods her head before moving toward the building. She pulls the glass door open, waiting for me to move in front of her.
Inside, the atmosphere is nice and homey, the hostess offering us a wide smile.
“Hi, how many today?”
“Two,” Lucia holds up her fingers.
“Inside seating or outdoors?” the girl asks.
Lucia looks at me, and I like that she lets me make the decision. “Outside, please.”
The hostess leads us outside and sets us in an area in the corner after Lucia requests it. The umbrella over our table is a bright yellow.
The waitress doesn’t take long to come to our table and I order a sprite, but Lucia shakes her head, ordering two alcoholic beverages for us instead.
“ID?” the waitress asks, a bright smile on her face.
Panic moves through me and I look at Lucia but she doesn’t miss a bit, reaching into her pocket and pulling out two crisp cards. My jaw slackens when I see my face on one of them.
The waitress shoots us an odd look and I know she has to be wondering why Lucia would be walking around with identification for both of us on her.
I’m wondering the same thing.
But I don’t ask until the waitress has left the table. I gesture to Lucia’s pocket where she has rehomed both of the cards. “Why do you have an ID for me?” I ask her.
“Because I knew we’d be drinking,” she says.
“Where did you get it from?” I ask her.
Even before I moved here, I hadn’t had my ID. I’d lost it nearly two years ago and considering I didn’t really ever need it, I hadn’t bothered to get it replaced. I had been a minor still so I couldn’t drink either way and I had a clean record for not getting pulled over by the cops.
“The DMV, of course,” Lucia says.
Again, my lips part in shock. “The DMV?”
“Yes, Winter, that’s where you get IDs made.” Her voice is dripping with sarcasm.
“And they just made you a copy of my ID.”
“Yeah, one of my ex pieces works there, Maliece can get me anything and everything I need.” She’s so casual about breaking the law that I feel like I’m the one who’s crazy.
“Is that how you get all the information you need for your… jobs?” I ask her.
