25
HARPER
“Stay by my side the entire time,” Reed said. Again. “I hate this, Quake, just so you know. She shouldn’t f*****g be here.”
We were in the parking lot of a vacant strip mall on the north side of Denver. Quake had called Reed this morning and told us about the meet up he’d arranged with Randy. We’d caught up with Quake and his son, Frankie, at the diner then followed them to this meeting spot.
“Noted,” Quake replied, leaning against the hood of his SUV.
We weren’t meeting for drinks. This wasn’t some kind of work happy hour. This was how criminals got together. Although I didn’t know enough about Quake to call him a criminal. Like he’d said, he had friends in low places. I couldn’t judge him so harshly or at all when he was helping me. I couldn’t understand what he got out of
