Lucy spotted the driver’s Army MP tattoo. Raw-boned and rangy with a blond flat-top, he stared ahead while engaging her. “So where’d you do your time, soldier, Miramar?”
“Where else? That was forever ago.” Lucy sat crushed against the passenger door. She was sick of being “made” by ex-military dudes who wanted details about her court martial.
He was undeterred. “I was curious. Must make it hard getting jobs.”
“What’s that to you?”
“I might know of something.”
“What would I owe you in return?”
“Whatever the market will bear.”
“Let me off here.” She pointed to the Lone Café.
“Where else? That was forever ago.” Lucy sat crushed against the passenger door. She was sick of being “made” by ex-military dudes who wanted details about her court martial.
He was undeterred. “I was curious. Must make it hard getting jobs.”
“What’s that to you?”
“I might know of something.”
“What would I owe you in return?”
“Whatever the market will bear.”
“Let me off here.” She pointed to the Lone Café.
