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“That’s where I’m headed.”

“Then why are you taking the wrecker?”

“Got to pick up a car for a friend.”

“What friend?”

“No one you know,” I said, climbing into the cab. “I’m running late. Talk later.”

Refusing to let Gunner start a speed round of twenty-questions, I fired up the wrecker and pulled out, just as Cameron ran from the clubhouse waving me down.

Sighing, I stopped the wrecker and rolled down the window.

“What’s up, little man?”

“I’m bored. Can I go with you?”

“I’m just picking up a car and stopping over at the bowling alley. Not going anywhere else.”

“That’s okay. Sky said I could go if you okayed it.”

Nodding, I opened the driver’s side door. “Climb on in.”

“Sweet!” Cameron smiled brightly as his little legs and arms monkey-climbed into the wrecker and over me, barely missing my balls.

Fuck me, this kid was going to kill somebody one day.

Once settled and secure, we headed down the mountain.

Okay... I know it’s wrong to think such things, but I should have run the little fucker over because he flat-out refused to shut the hell up the entire ride down the mountain, through loading Henley’s car onto the wrecker, even when we stopped at the bowling alley. After five minutes, Enigma was begging me to get Cameron the hell out of there.

The brat wouldn’t shut up.

He was worse than Gunner!

Now that we were back on the mountain and pulling into Henley’s driveway, he continued his barrage of questions. “Who lives here?”

“A friend.”

“Boy or girl?”

“Girl.”

“Girlfriend or regular friend?”

“Regular friend.”

“Hot or skanky?”

“Hot.”

“T.F.B or regular Betty?”

“Cameron,” I growled, switching off the engine before turning to him. “Look, little dude. Henley is a very sweet woman. She had a really shitty day and I don’t want you asking her a million questions, got it?”

“Scribe, I don’t know a million questions?” the kid clipped back with a DUH expression on his face. “I’m only six. Not seven.”

God help us all when he turned seven then.

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