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Blake had to admit that Dawson looked more childish than scary. He rolled his eyes and shouldered his way past Dawson. âHey, Andre,â he said. âIâm Blake Nelson, and this my brother, Shane.â
âYeah, hombre,
I know you,â he said, arching his eyebrows at the two. âWhat you wanna know? Dunno how much help I am, you know, beinâ shot up and all.â
âYou had Rockyâs necklace in your hand when they found you, right?â Blake asked.
Andre looked surprised. âI dunno. You think it was your brotherâs? âCause all I know is, one minute Iâm walking down the street mindinâ the ladies and bam, one chica look so fine she could knock a grown man on his ass, but when I try to saddle up to her she goes all loco on me. All I wanted was a number, know what I mean?â
Dawson looked lost. Blake and Shane had an easier time following along, but he was talking so fast they could practically see the words blur through the air as they came out of his mouth.
âSo I follow her, tryinâ see what she up to, you know? Bam, chica turns around and pulls a gun on me. I defended myself, got the gun, grabbed somethinâ along the way. Then I followed her again, âcept this time she had another gun and the rest is history.â
Blake frowned. âShe just pulled a gun on you? Just like that?â
Andre gave him a funny look. âMaybe itâs all money bags and gold bars for you rich folks but down here we got nothinâ but gangs, guns, and a little love that keeps us goinâ round LA. It ainât uncommon for guns to be pulled.â
For some reason that made Blake incredibly sad. He didnât like the idea of anybody living in a place where they could be killed out of the blue every day, let alone in his own backyard. This kid barely looked like he was in his teens and yet Blake could see every scar, bruise, and laceration littered on his exposed copper skin.
Andre nodded at the desk across from the bed. âThey got the stuff I had on me in that box, if you want the necklace.â
Shane walked over, shifted through the random objects, and pulled out the necklace. He sighed. âThis is his, alright.â
The kid actually looked sympathetic. âSorry, man. If Iâd knownâ"
âYou got shot,â Blake scoffed. âI think thatâs enough action for one lifetime, donât you think?â
Andre flashed another one of his grins at him. âYou know, you pretty boys might not be so bad after all.â
Dawson spoke up after being silent for so long. âThis girlâ you see what she looked like?â
âYeah, man.â Andre looked a little dreamy as he stared up at the hospital ceiling like her portrait was painted there. âShe got long black curly hair. Curves like you wouldnât believe, yo. She was tall and she wasnât even wearinâ heels. Hard eyes. Like crystalsâ chocolate crystals. Mm-mm.â
Blake glanced at Shane and his brother nodded. Chocolate crystals. âThatâs her,â Shane said to Dawson.
Dawson got an odd look on his face but it was gone before Blake even registered it. âFine,â he said begrudgingly. âI guess I canât really arrest you, Morreno, being shot and all. But letâs not make this a repeat offense, you got me?â
Andre arched an eyebrow at him. "Realmente aspirar a un buen poli, poli malo."
Dawson smirked at him as he went out the door. âCĂĄllate, muchacho, sĂ© donde vives.â
âWhat did you say to him?â Blake asked Dawson, recalling Andreâs shocked face as they left the hospital room.
âOh, nothing,â Dawson shrugged. âJust told him that I took a little Spanish in high school.â
Shaneâs cell phone rang. âHello?â he said into the phone.
Blake noticed his brotherâs face pale. âWhat is it?â he whispered.
Shane held the phone between his shoulder and his ear and began to sign to Blakeâ something they hadnât done in years. Since their mother died.
âWhen?â he asked in the phone as he signed to his brother, âDad got a phone call from Rocky.â
âWhat?â Blake exclaimed.
Shane hushed him and listened. âWeâll be right over.â
He hung up. âIt was a few minutes ago. Come on, we need to go back to the house. The FBIâs already there and they have the phone call on tape.â
They looked at Dawsonâ who was, again, trying to pretend he wasnât listening in on a conversation, when really he was. âOh, I need to run down a lead,â he said, raising his hands like they were inviting him to come along.
Shane hesitated, despite his relief at getting rid of the bumbling detective. âBut Keith drove us,â he said, frowning. âDonât you need a ride?â
âIâll catch a cab,â Dawson promised. âGo on, Iâll catch up.â
They didnât give it much thought and, after exchanging phone numbers with Dawson, they hurried out of the hospital doors and into the storm.
*All Spanish used in this novel are courtesy of Google Translate. If I got some things wrong, feel free to tell me so I can fix it!
He was tall, Iâll give him that,, especially since I thought most Latinos were short. Not this guy. He towered. Like, 6'2". And he was dripping wet. I remembered that the storm was still going on outside, so I guess that explained that. But beyond the dripping wetness and the unusual heightâ and my dad was six-foot-six, so I knew unusual height when I saw itâ he had the same chiseled chin and dimples that Crazy Maya had. He had aviators placed on his hair, which was odd because it was raining and Iâm pretty sure it was almost nighttime outside.
Speaking of, I looked up at Maya, who still had her hand cupped over my mouth. She looked frozen, staring at the new guy with a look that was a cross between completely shock and utter happiness.
Nani, however, was not so frozen. She launched herself at the man with a squeal and latched onto him like a leech.
The man laughed and hugged her back, planting a kiss on her forehead. âWhatâs happening, lilâ niña?â
Same accent. I liked it better on the girls, though.
I felt Mayaâs hand relax and her expression flittered to a scowl as she started towards him. He reached out his arms like he was going to hug her but she brushed right past him, peering out the door and then closing it tightly.
âYou werenât followed, were you?â she asked him point blank.
He looked annoyed. âNice to see you too.â
âAntonio,â she said, exasperated and with her accent in full force.
Antonioâ Iâm assuming that was his nameâ raised his hands defensively. âPlease, Iâve been at this way longer than you. I wasnât followed.â
Maya pursed her lips at him and he gave her a cheeky grin back. Finally she rolled her eyes and hugged him.
I shifted uncomfortably. It was kind of awkward cuffed to a chair while my kidnappers have some kind of family reunion or something.
They looked over at me and Antonio broke away, coming to stand in front of my chair with his hands in his pockets, looking down at me. He probably thought it looked intimidating but Iâd seen Maya in action and I didnât think anything else could scare me after that.
âSo this is the great Rocky Nelson,â he said, a sarcastic edge in his voice.
I snorted, unimpressed with his act. âYeah, and who are you supposed to be? Erik Estrada?â
He flashed me a smirk. âOh, heâs funny.â
Before I even knew what happened my head was snapping back so fast and hard it almost hit the back of chair. Spots swam in front of my eyes and my right cheek was on fire. I thought I heard Maya and Nani screaming in the background but that mightâve been the bells ringing insistently in my head.
When I regained my senses I spotted Antonio and instinct took over. My right leg shot out and kicked him hard in the shin. Crude, but effectiveâ Antonio crumpled to one knee, his face right in line of my Converse. Before I could kick him again, though, Maya stepped in front of us and she looked pissed.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you two?â she snapped. Pointing at Antonio she said, âTonyâ no hitting the rock star for no reason!â And to me she growled, âAnd youâ get control of your stupid manly urges to redeem your dignity, okay?â
âFine,â Antonio and I spat in unison.
Maya grabbed Antonioâs arm and dragged him off to converse with him in the corner of the room while Nani approached me carefully with a wet rag.
âYouâre bleeding,â she said softly.
I didnât even notice, but now that she mentioned it I could feel warm, sticky liquid running
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