“Pike, right?” she says, putting a hand on her chest. “Cam, remember? I’m Jordan’s sister.”
Dutch is staring at her, his mouth hanging open just slightly.
“I’m just here to give her a ride to work,” Cam tells me and then her eyes fall down my torso and arms. “And nice ink, man.”
Her eyes light up as she nods her approval. I notice she has some, too, down her upper arm, and a phoenix on the side of her torso. Which I can only see, because she’s wearing almost no clothes, dressed in a black mini skirt and a black tank top cut off just under her breasts.
Where the fuck is your father? Seriously…