Page 52 of Dirty Daria
“A fix how?”
“Like GPS tracking or something. I don’t know all that she does. You tell me where someone is or where they’re going to be, I can kill them in a million untraceable ways and escape unnoticed. But the rest of this stuff, the tracking and watching, this shit I hate.” The training I received growing up was all about evading capture, resisting information disclosure, and killing. We didn’t get into the rest of this shit; it’s all left up to someone else to handle for us.
One of my cousins is a computer hacking genius, but I don’t trust him as much as I do Alyssa. We were raised to be competitive, my cousins and me. Siblings close, cousins competitive. Just the way it was.
Alyssa pings me back letting me know that she has a bead on David and will continue tracking for the day if I’d like but reminds me that it only works if he has his cell phone with him.
ME: I’m here. I’ve got eyes on DT, wanna play?
MACK: Abso-fucking-lutely. Be there in ten.
MACK: Do I have to bring Reed?
ME: LOL. Yes.
“They’ll be here in about ten minutes. What should we do?” I ask Quinn.
She looks up from the pamphlet she’s been reading. “Did you know they have an adult fun center not far from here?”
“Sounds kinky.”
“No, like kid stuff for grown-ups. Trampolines, a giant ball pit, life size checkers, swings, a slide, one of those mazes that you crawl through. It looks awesome. And it’s air conditioned.”
“Sold.” Not that it’stoohot here, but the one thing about staying in a villa with fully open sides, there is no AC. It’s not uncomfortable, per se, it’s just always warm. So, the idea of spending the day in AC sounds nice.
“It’s like sixty-five US dollars to get in though, but they have a bar.”
“My treat to you,” I smile.
“Because this trip isn’t one?”
“Friendship perks.”
“I like it,” Quinn smiles big. “And I’m not even going to primp before they get here. If Reed doesn’t like me as is, fuck him.”
“That’s my girl.”
But her face pales as we hear the click-clack of the golf cart on the pier.
“You look amazing,” I tell her. And she does, cut-off shorts that highlight her ass, paired with a V-neck T-shirt and a pair of Converse sneakers, with her hair in a high ponytail. She looks adorable and sexy at the same time.
Mack walks in without knocking. “Entertain me, woman!” He smiles as he bellows. Dressed in board shorts, with a short-sleeved button up that hangs completely open, water shoes, and a straw fedora atop his head, he looks like the perfect blend of tourist and local.
My heart does a quick pitter-patter as he stalks toward me, pulling me into his arms, and dipping me for a kiss on the lips that is both too quick and too long.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says in that sexy, deep voice of his before he lets me up. And for just a moment I get lost in his eyes, wishing I could just stay there.
“Hi.” My voice is breathy and soft, not sounding like me at all.
We stay there for a beat until he pulls me up, righting me when I sway on my feet. He just has that effect sometimes.
Reed shuffles in behind him. For as vibrant and sexy as Mack looks, Reed looks sallow and tired.
Quinn looks at him, a little shell-shocked by his appearance. I don’t blame her; he’s aged twenty years in the last four days.
“He’s not doing so hot,” Mack whispers in my ear.
“Apparently,” I return.
