"Never let an old flame burn you twice"
Sydney Janes was a normal teenager until she got behind the wheel one fateful night. She lost her parents in a bad crash, but found Tony Becker - Hollywood's infamous troublemaker. Seeing she was only a kid wh...
It seemed like forever until night fell. I just wanted to go to the docks and meet up with my good friend, Karina.
She lied to me, see, and I didn't like that. It's such a shame she and Miranda couldn't be authentic.
Then there's Chyna. She may be fooling around with Tony, trying to social climb, but she was up front and honest about that. I had to respect it, though the idea made me sick.
I didn't care anymore about the consequences or losing friends. I had Wilson, and my baby now. That's all that mattered.
In fact, I think I wanted to leave Nevada. Yeah. The vibe was tainted, it wasn't much different than L.A. after all.
I'd start over new, me and my baby. And Will — if he decides to be involved in his child's life, which I think he will— I just need to get around to telling him the news.
Doc's was a restaurant on the water. A ways from the inside and outdoor dining areas were docks, a gazebo on a hill above the river, and a park with a walking trail through the trees to a small, private beach.
The night was quiet, slow. It's only a Monday, and there were no specials or live music to bring in a crowd.
The water was still and the spontaneous breeze was brisk.
Karina was late. I didn't like that. So, I ordered and ate without her - fish tacos and a Cuban Cobb salad.
She walked up to me at the table and I read her face. She looked cautious, almost scared, but like she knew something.
When my waiter, Alex, passed, I gestured my hand in a circle above the bowl of salad and asked, "a knife, please? Something sharp so I can cut the meat?"
He walked away with a head nod and sped up his pace.
Soft music played and the outdoor fans spun on a low setting, not enough to generate cool air.
"Hey," Karina finally said.
"Hey, girl," I said, watching Alex walk back towards our table.
"Here you go," he said kindly.
I took the knife and thanked him. It wasn't your average butter knife, it was sharp like for steak - perfect to cut the ham in my salad.
I stabbed into the bowl and tossed it to my liking, breaking my concentration on Karina's puffy face.
"How are you-" she tried asking but I interrupted.
Mouthful, I said, "So you didn't talk to a detective, yet?"
She shook her head.
I animated my face, eyes wide like I was surprised.
"Wow," I swallowed. "'Cause he sure as shit grilled me."
"What'd you say?" she asked following a big gulp.
I got Alex again and asked for a to-go container.
Once he returned, I put the knife and the food in a plastic bag to take with me.
"I'm full," I talked, throwing some cash down. "Let's talk about this somewhere else..."
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