Page 90 of Her Selfless Warrior (Omega Sky)
“You mean the favelas?” Ryker asked.
“Yeah, that’s the actual name for them in Portuguese, but for the article I used shanty-towns. I stayed there for five weeks, I had six meetings with members of the PCC.”
“Goddammit,” Kostya growled. “Iknewit! You never named your sources or which gangs you’d talked to, but in my gut, I knew it had to bePrimeiro Camando da Capital.”
“And it was. Ergo, meeting with Junkyard Jensen was a piece of cake. Who pissed in your Cheerios?” Lark glared at him.
“Woman, all I’m saying is that you could have called me one day earlier, or you could have delayed your confrontation by a day, and I could have gone with you. Would that have been such a hardship?”
Lark pushed around in the booth seat so that she was facing Kostya. “Yes, that would have been a hardship. I wouldn’t have been able to properly do my job. I needed to see Jensen all by my lonesome. I went in there as Candy’s friend, asking for his help. Having you there would not have looked right.”
“But you would have been safer.”
“I handled myself just fine.”
“Lark—”
“You need to back off, Kostya. I don’t like where this is going. Do you hear me?”
“Lark?”
Lark turned her head to look at Amy who was holding up her phone.
“I made a reservation at Ginger, but we have to get our butt’s over there now.”
Lark took a deep breath and nodded. “That sounds good.” She looked over at Kostya.
“I agree, dinner sounds great.” He gave her a rueful smile.
