dumped the bag and headed back over to the Cadillac.
I took a long sip of my vanilla milkshake as I walked, awkwardly holding it alongside the fries in my right hand so that I could start eating with my left.
Tatum and the boyfriend I'd nicknamed Tats on account of the ink he had covering his skin were just finishing up with plenty of moaning and praising names as I arrived and I grinned at them as he emerged from beneath her skirt.
"Jesus," Tatum gasped as she spotted me, a laugh escaping her as she fell somewhere between embarrassed and amused at my arrival.
"You all done?" I asked around a mouthful of fries.
"No," Tats grunted but I just smiled wider at his frustration, averting my eyes from his pants to make sure I didn't make eye contact with any unsatisfied bulges. That would be hella awkward and though this one of Tatum's men was rougher around the edges and more suited to my usual tastes, I had girl code to stick to, so he was nothing more than a heavily inked potato as far as I was concerned. And no matter how hot that potato may or may not have objectively been, I wasn't gonna be noticing shit about it.
"Well it's a girls' night, so it's not really about you, dude," I pointed out, slurping my milkshake. "You ready to come cause havoc with me, Tate?"
"Yes," she agreed with a grin. "Are you cool to meet me at home, baby?" she turned the doe eyes on Tats and he sighed.
"You just expect me to let you go off with this criminally inclined girl who we barely know and break a bunch of laws with her?" he asked.
"Yeah. Don't wait up." Tatum tiptoed up to kiss his cheek then grinned at me as she hopped into the Cadillac. I didn't need telling twice so I jumped in the passenger seat and relaxed back into my chair as I continued with my meal.
"Where are we headed?" Tatum asked.
"I need to find a Maserati Gran Tourismo. I figured the most likely suspects in town to have one will be over your way."
"Hang on, I'll call Saint. He'll know who has one."
"Is he a car buff or something?" I asked.
"Err, no, he's more like a walking talking map of everything. He literally remembers every detail about all kinds of random shit. He’ll be able to tell you who owns one of those cars, give you the registration for it and give you a bunch of reasons for why he hates whoever happens to own it." Tatum called him as she spoke and the sound of ringing filled the car speakers before a clipped, posh boy voice answered the call.
Tatum filled him in on what I was after and within a few moments we had the full details of some guy who owned the car I was looking for who had offended Saint by wearing his cap sideways. Apparently backwards was just about acceptable, but sideways was an unforgivable crime. I wasn't sure where the logic was in that, but I was willing to go with it.
"So why do you look like someone took a dump on your favourite shoes today?" Tatum asked me as she drove us towards my mark and I sighed audibly before slurping the dregs of my milkshake through the straw.
"Man issues," I muttered.
"I've had more than my share of those," she replied.
"Who hasn't?" I agreed. "My...well I dunno what he was because we weren't putting labels on it exactly, but he used to be a sex worker. Or no, I guess he is a sex worker, but he went on a leave of absence while the two of us were hooking up. Only now he's gotten it into his head that I'm gearing up to leave him for someone else, so despite everything I had to say on the matter he basically just dumped my ass and slapped me with a bill for his services."
"What do you mean a bill?"
I took the itemised list from my pocket and began reading it out to her while her eyebrows raised all the way up into her blonde hairline.
"Wow," she said as I finished. "So what are you gonna do in response to that?"
"Pay the fucking bill of course. The asshole thinks he's being all dramatic and trying to make me feel like I've done something wrong when it's his own insecurities that are causing the problem here. So fine. If I'm nothing but