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“My family owns a moving company.”
“See, I might have believed you if I hadn’t already talked to your mom. She said you stole the moving truck.”
“I didn’t steal it.”
Harris laughed. “I’ve got nowhere to be for the rest of the night, Armando. And I’m very patient.”
“I didn’t steal it,” Armando repeated. “Just borrowed it.”
“Without permission.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s stealing.”
“I was going to return it. I just needed it for a job.”
“Now we’re back to my original question.” Harris’s voice was getting less and less congenial. “What job was that?”
Cassie stopped at a red light and watched as Armando weighed his options. It didn’t look good either way, and he must’ve come to that conclusion too. Sweat beaded along his hairline and across his top lip, even though the car’s heat was on its lowest setting.
Armando’s answer was reluctant. “Picking up furniture and other stuff.”
“What other stuff?”
“Whatever we could find. We were supposed to clean it out.” He rushed on, nervous. “Not, like, jewelry. That was all gone when we got there. Furniture and garbage. Shitty stuff that wasn’t worth anything.”
“Why were you picking it up if it wasn’t worth anything?”
“I don’t know.” When Harris leveled him with a look, he held up his hands. “Honest, I don’t know. No one told me anything.”
“Who’s they? The man you were with?”
Cassie glanced at Armando through the mirror again. He was looking at his hands in his lap.
“Armando,” Harris warned. “You need to tell me.”
“Look, I know he doesn’t look like much, but he’s a scary dude.”
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything to you.”
Armando scoffed. “No offense, lady, but I’d rather be on your bad side than his.”
“Fair enough. I’m not looking to get you in trouble here. Don’t say who your partner is, but I’m gonna need to know somebody’s name.”
“I don’t have any other names.” After another hard look from Harris, he buckled down. “Really. That guy from the shop is just some dude my friend knows. When I told my buddy I needed cash, he hooked me up. Old man said I’d get forty percent if I could get the truck for a day.”
“And you didn’t ask what he needed you to do?”
“Figured the less I knew, the better.”
“That’s very inconvenient for us, Armando.”
He sighed. “Look, I’ve only ever seen him talk to one other person. Another scary looking guy covered in tattoos.” He rushed on before Harris could ask. “I don’t know his name.”
“Can you describe any of the tattoos?”
“The one on his forearm looked like a mermaid. She was naked.”
