looked intrigued now. “What, for example, would you need to ‘get away with’? Surely you’re a good girl. I mean, you’re college-educated, a nurse…what kind of trouble could you possibly get into?”
“You’d be surprised,” I teased.
“Oh, do tell,” he demanded.
“Let’s just say I’m not quite the angel you may think I am. I’ve had my fair share of brushes with the law.”
I was immediately grateful for the Agency’s thoroughness when creating my backstory. This was a crucial conversation. I needed Sonny to believe that I was not only okay with criminal conduct, but that I myself had gotten into trouble in my past. He’d be much more likely to confide in me down the line if he thought I had a rebellious criminal streak in me.
“Oh, now, you can’t just throw that out there and not tell us what you’ve done. Don’t worry. No one here’s gonna tell on you. In fact, we’ve all had a few brushes with the law ourselves. Ain’t that right, fellas?”
Spider and Jimmy both just nodded their heads and smiled.
I acted like I was thinking about it for a few seconds and then I said, “Okay, I guess I’ll tell you. But you have to promise not to judge me.”
“Darlin’…look at who you’re talking to.” Sonny spread his arms out wide, suggesting the three of them were no angels themselves.
“Okay…well, when I was fifteen, I stole my grandma’s car and took it for a joy ride. I got pulled over…so that was my first offense, but I was a juvenile, so my record was expunged. Then, when I was eighteen, I stole a pack of cigarettes from a gas station in town. Got thirty days of probation for that one. I got a DUI on my twenty-first birthday and lost my license for a year.”
“Wooo hooo!” Sonny exclaimed. “We got ourselves a regular Bonnie Parker over here, fellas.”
“You said you wouldn’t judge!” I pretended to be embarrassed.
“No, no…no judgment here. Just a little surprised is all. How old are you, anyway?”
I decided to keep my age the same. After all, I couldn’t pull off anything much older than I really was. “Twenty-five. How about you?”
“Me?” Sonny pointed at himself. “Twenty-eight. But I feel forty sometimes. I’ve lived quite a life, let me tell you.”
“No, I didn’t just mean how old are you. I meant, what kinda trouble have you been in?”
“Honey…there ain’t enough hours in the day for me to tell you my story. Maybe you and I can discuss it some other time. Just the two of us.”
Spider and Jimmy looked at one another. Jimmy said. “Spider…let’s go play pool. Leave these two alone for a minute.” Spider nodded and followed Jimmy over to the pool tables.
“Well…whaddya say?” Sonny looked at me with a sincere looking grin on his face. This was crucial. Not only had I gotten his attention, but now, only the second time I’d seen him, he’d proposed we spend time alone together. I was excited, but nervous at the same time. After all, I had to remind myself, he’s a suspected murderer. It might not be safe to be alone with him just yet.
“Okay,” I finally acquiesced. “But this is not a date or anything.” I acted coy.
He held his hands up. “All right. Whatever you say. You just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”
I thought for a moment. I was somewhat familiar with Nicholasville, since I had grown up only thirty minutes away. “How about the coffee shop across the street? Tomorrow. At nine.”
“Nine? Isn’t that a little early? This boy don’t usually get up until at least noon. My dad and I own a repair shop and I work crazy hours, darlin’. Can we make it eleven?”
“Eleven it is, then.” I got up and started to walk away from the table. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sonny. And remember…it’s not a date.”
He winked at me. “Course not.”
Chapter 8
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