"Threemonths,"Jued,hisvoiceftbutedgedwithdisbelief."Fivedigits,inthreemonths,bussingtables?"
Heleanedback,eyesnarrowing.Therestaurantbarelyhadfiveersduringdinnerhour.
Ifthatvasewasreallyworthwhattheownercimed,hewaseitherafool,orhe''''''''slyingthroughhisteeth.
"Isyourboss,Mr.Hessel,stillhere?I''''''''dliketohaveawordwithhim."
Reyashookherhead."He''''''''salreadygone.Kurt''''''''sclosingtonight."
"Kurt?"
"Oh—themixed-racedeliveryguy,"shesaid.
Justasshespoke,atallfigureturheerofthealley.Atthesametime,thestreetwalker,realizingshewouldn''''''''tfindanybusinesshere,washeadiherway.
Shestoppedthatman,shiftingherhipsintoapracticedpose,teasing,maybeflirting.
JuReyainthepassengerseat.Shewaswatgthemtoo,thoughtful,asifturningsomethingoverinhermind.
"Just...becareful,okay?"
Reyaturohim.
"What''''''''swrong?"
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