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    “I want you to tell me, play by play, what the fuck you said to that gringa Katie Foster the night you got into that accident.”
    That was the last thing Marcos was expecting to hear, to say nothing of the hostility in Chuito’s voice when the two of them had been as close as brothers since birth.
    “Excuse me?” He scowled, thinking he had heard him wrong. When Mia handed him another rum and coke, he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “ Gracias .”
    “Where are you?”
    “At a party.”
    “Where?” The suspicion was deep in Chuito’s voice.
    Marcos took a sip of his drink, very aware of Angel and Mia standing next to him. “What’s this about Katie Foster?”
    Chuito was quiet for a long moment, making it obvious he heard what Marcos couldn’t say.
    “You’re an idiot.”
    Marcus answered Chuito’s accusation by saying, “I lost my job today.”
    Chuito was quiet again, before he whispered, “I told you I’d give you money.”
    Marcos coughed and cursed in Spanish before he added, “Kiss my ass.”
    “You’re drunk.”
    “I’m trying to get there,” Marcos confirmed. “And I’m working on something.” He winked at Mia, even if his stomach lurched when he did it. He wasn’t near drunk enough for this, but he knew now this was as good as life was going to get. No pretty, sweet girls like Katie and no honest jobs. He might as well just accept his destiny. “Can you get to the point?”
    “Hijo de la gran puta!” Chuito sounded more than little irritated when Mia’s giggle reached his ears. “This is what got you into all this trouble to begin with. I dunno what you said to that poor chica, Katie Foster, but she’s been bugging the fuck out of me for your number.”
    He raised his eyebrows, wondering for just a moment if destiny was trying to send him a different message, and held up his glass to Mia. “ Un momento .”
    Marcos walked over to the junkyard behind the warehouse. He looked at the hollowed-out bodies of long-dead cars and whispered into the phone, “Tell me.”
    “You tell me what party first.” Chuito switched to Spanish, making it obvious he was somewhere public. Probably the Cellar. He always worked out at night. Life before moving to Garnet had made him a night owl. Car thieves didn’t do mornings.
    “I’m at the warehouse,” Marcos admitted, also speaking Spanish.
    “Is Angel there?”
    “Yeah, I was talking up his cousin before you decided to ruin my night.”
    “You’re going to fuck Angel’s cousin? What the hell?”
    “Consider it a fringe benefit. I’m going to end up working here anyway.”
    “I thought—”
    “You thought wrong,” Marcos cut him off before he could start in with a lecture. “I lost my job because the heat’s been shaking down Sebastian’s since I started. Fighting and auto body are the only two things I know in life, and I can’t get an honest job doing either of them. What the fuck do you want from me? I tried.”
    “I want you to try harder.”
    “Yeah, you fucking try.” Marcos took another drink of the rum and coke, allowing the burn of it to fuel his anger. “Angel told me you got him front-row tickets for the fight. You didn’t even get me front-row tickets, motherfucker.”
    “I didn’t give him those tickets.” Chuito sounded disgusted. “He must’ve bought them.”
    Marcos winced, knowing that was a sensitive subject. No one wanted to untangle themselves from Los Corredores more than Chuito. He’d even moved to the bumfuck, backward town of Garnet trying to get away.
    It hadn’t worked out so well.
    “Do you want front-row tickets?” Chuito sounded slightly abashed, as if realizing just then he was in no position to give Marcos shit when he was in deep too. “I didn’t think to ask, but—”
    “Just tell me about the gringa.” Marcos took another drink. “Why does she want my number? Did you tell her I’m broke? If she thinks suing me will get her anything—”
    “I thought that’s what she