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“You’ve had a busy day,” he replied.
Uh-oh.
I thought, at that juncture, it might be wise to keep my mouth shut.
“Went lookin’ for your dad like I asked you not to do and found some trouble at a bagel place,” he remarked.
I forgot about keeping my mouth shut.
“Eddie, it’s none of your—”
His eyes narrowed. “Chiquita, if you tell me it’s none of my business, I swear to God, I’ll shoot you.”
I jumped up from the couch and put my hands to my hips.
“Well it isn’t!”
He angled off the couch and took a step toward me so he was towering over me.
I really wished I had my shoes back, but I held my ground.
“It fucking well is,” he returned in his scary quiet voice.
I glared at him.
“How do you figure that?” I asked.
He threw his arms out and looked around. “What the fuck do you think is happening here?”
“I don’t know!” I yelled at him, and actually I didn’t.
He looked away from me, tore his hand through his hair and muttered in Spanish. Then he turned back to me.
“Witnesses state that a blonde woman of your description was seen rolling around on the floor at Einstein’s on Alameda with a guy who fits the description of Vince Fratelli.”
I decided, again, to be silent.
“Jet, Vince Fratelli is a bad guy,” Eddie told me. “Not just a bad guy, a scary bad guy. He’s muscle for a very scary bad guy. Who knows what he’s done? Likely broken knees, cut off fingers, killed people. And you attacked him in fucking Einstein’s Bagels.”
Not good. Really not good. Vincedidsound like a scary bad guy.
I went into defense mode. “Well I didn’t know!” I yelled.
Eddie’s quiet voice went away and he shouted, “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“He called you a wetback!” I shouted right back.
Yeesh.
Eddie stood stock-still and stared at me.
“I’m sorry?” he asked.
“I didn’t think. He said it and I just flipped out and the next thing I knew we were rolling around on the floor. Indy yelled at me to knee him in the nuts. I did. Tex grabbed me and we took off. The whole thing lasted less than ten minutes.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or shake some sense into you.”
I knew which one I would pick, but I was too angry to make the suggestion.
