Chapter 190
“Something will need to be done about her car,” Scooter said. They’d just bought that car for her birthday last year. Andy had bitched a little at that. But Scooter reasoned a few hefty gifts from time to time might sweeten Mace’s temper. It had been used, a previous lease model, with less than thirty thousand miles on it. Scooter didn’t want it. And he wasn’t sure he was prepared to bring it back to Virginia and see anyone else driving it around either.
Billie was sitting between them in the cab, scowling at her hands that she had bunched into little fists on her thighs. God only knew what she was thinking. Scooter didn’t know the first goddamn thing about kids. Melissa’s boy, Jordan, was the only one Scooter had really known since he graduated high school; sometimes when Melissa’s mom was ill, Jordan ended up running around in the restaurant or playing with Trick. D’ante had a niece and a nephew, but Scooter had only met them once or twice.