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“I’m not a fucking fool. I can multitask. Speak, I’m listening.”

“You always were a shit.”

Tucker’s laughter rumbled down the hall. “It’s done good things for me.”

“Looks like it.”

“The list, Ren. I don’t have all night.”

“Immediate things are obvious shit—place to stay, a vehicle, phones, IDs, and if you’ve got something for me to do, let me know.”

Like a job, Lucia realized.

She still kept quiet.

“A place is easy enough,” Tucker mumbled. “It’s Vegas, man. Look around, there are hundreds of hotels to choose from until you find a reasonable place, or get good cash flow coming in. You know?”

“Or just break into any one of the many empty houses in the ‘burbs,” a new voice said. “Squatters rule in Vegas, man. They take over a house on the market, and it’s almost fucking impossible to get them out of it.”

“That’s true, too,” Tucker added.

Renzo didn’t reply to that. “And the vehicle?”

“I’ve got a couple a few blocks away. They’re hot, but the plates are changed, and they’ve been resprayed, so I don’t think that’ll be a problem. It will cost you to take one. Every day you take one.”

“How much?”

“Hundred a day, say.”

Renzo made a noise in the back of his throat. “And the rest?”

“Give me a couple of days. I’ll get you what you need. You said phones and IDs. Meaning, you want one for that girl hiding in the hallway too, huh?”

Lucia didn’t miss the way Renzo’s back stiffened. “It’s me asking, but yes, for her, too.”

“Wanna explain to me why you’ve got a whole little fam—”

“No.”

Tucker made a harsh noise. “That could be problematic.”

“Not if it’s me you’re dealing with, right?”

“Doesn’t work that way in this life, Ren.”

What were they even talking about? Lucia felt like she was entirely out of the loop, but that wasn’t anything new, really.

Then, Tucker came back into view of the doorway. She didn’t miss the way his gaze drifted to her, but barely passed the sleeping Diego in her arms any attention at all. Yeah, he definitely looked like he recognized her.

All over again, she felt that same sense of discomfort as the guy watched her. There wasn’t any reason for her anxiety. He’d not given her a reason to feel unsteady, but there it was. What she wanted to do the very most right then was get the hell out of there. Like Renzo could sense Lucia’s discomfort without her even needing to say a word, and without him having looked at her over his shoulder, he inched sideways just enough to block Tucker’s view of her.

“I appreciate the help, Tuck. You know that. Where are these cars, then?”

Lucia was glad to have the man’s gaze off her.

She still just wanted to leave.

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