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something. Something major, and she was scared because she knew it.
Twenty minutes later, Felicia returned to the room. She had changed into black jeans and heels. She still had on a tee shirt, but this one fit her. She had a holster on and had traded her 44 for a .9. "You better be real." She leaned forward and unlocked the cuffs.
"Thank you. They were starting to hurt," I said rubbing my wrists. I stood up and started walking toward the table to collect my hardware.
"Hold up," she said, as I reached. "We haven’t gotten that far yet."
"No guns, huh."
"For the time being, I think it’s best if I carry the gun. But I tell you what." She moved closer to me. "Pick one."
"One?"
"Yes. One. And I’ll hold on to that. If you’re a good boy and you don’t give me any trouble, I may let you earn it back."
"Either one of the .9’s will do." Felicia stuck my gun in her jacket pocket and left the other two on the table. I stood for a second, looking at my guns. I wasn’t getting a good feeling about leaving them.
"You coming?"
I turned around and she was pointing my .9 at me.
"Yeah, I’m coming."
I walked out of the house feeling naked. I tried, but couldn’t remember the last time I went some place unarmed.
"Which one is yours?" She stopped and put my gun back in her pocket. "No, let me guess. First time in LA?"
"Yes." I stopped and frowned.
"Blue convertible." She was playing me like a tourist. Which I was, but she didn’t have to play me. I unlocked her door and she got in. As soon as I got in she said, "Go ahead and drop the top. I know you want to."
She was right, so I dropped the top.
Once we pulled off, Felicia took my gun out of her pocket and rested it on her lap. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"Simply Wholesome on Sousean, make a left here."
We arrived at Simply Wholesome and were promptly seated. We sat quietly as our waitress arrived to take our orders. She filled our coffee cups and left us.
"You never did answer my question."
"Which one? I haven’t answered several of your questions."
"I noticed. How is school going?
"It was goin’ fine until all this came down."
"What were you taking?"
"Law school. I’ve been meaning to do it for years, but I got caught up in the job. Out there in the streets doin’ the job."
"Do you miss it?"
"Not as much as I used to. I missed the feeling you get when you knock on a door or walk up on a car."
"What’s gonna happen next. I know what you mean. You’re excited and apprehensive all at the same time."
"That’s right, you’re ex-army. What did you do?"