Tequila Sunset
“She answered: “Salas.”“Uh, yeah,” said the voice on the other end. “I wanted to talk to someone in the gang unit?”“You are.”Robinson was away from his desk and Cristina looked around for him. He wasn’t in the squad room. She thought maybe he was swiping doughnuts from the box by the coffee machine in the hall. Robinson loved doughnuts.“Yeah, okay. My name is Felipe Morales.”“Felipe?”“That’s right.”Cristina scrawled the name on the corner of her desk calendar. “What can I do for you, Felipe?”“It’s more what I can do for you. Look, can we meet somewhere?”“You’re going to have to be more specific. What can you do for me?”“Look, call Lance Harcrow at Coffield Unit. He knows me. Then call me back at this number. You ready to write it down?”Cristina frowned. “Ready,” she said.Felipe Morales gave her his phone number and then hung up without saying another word. Cristina held the phone for a moment, as if expecting him to come back on, but he was gone.
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