"You mean like you could take me to dinner and explain it all."
"Wasn't thinking about a dinner, but I know a place."
"We're not moving from this spot. You have ten seconds to start talking."
"Well, I know how to get him released, but I'd have to stick my neck out. Let me be frank with you, Sandy, I won't do it for nothing. I need to get something from you in return."
"I wonder what that would be."
He gave her a crooked smile. "Hey, it would get your brother out."
"Forget it Bobby, it ain't gonna happen. And I don't believe for a second you can get him released."
"You think you're the smart one here, but you're dead wrong. You see, I've been doing little jobs for Moran for a long time. Some of them, well, let's just say he owes me. True, I can't get the charges dropped, but I sure as hell can get him out on bail, if I put in the word. That is if you're nice to me."
"So, if I put out for you, you'll put in for me? Stop with this brainless proposition, Huress. You're putting your job on the line here." She put her hand on the door handle. "I can't believe you're trying this."
"Trying what? No proposition. You and I met up. We got interested in each other. Happens all the time. It's natural. Just something between us. Nobody else will ever know. In the morning, it's like it never happened except you've gotten him released. You've the power to do that. You might even be saving his life. If you don't, something bad might happen to him that you could have prevented, and you're the one to blame." He took the keys out of his pocket and put them in the ignition. "Come on, let's go."
"No!" She glanced around, no other customers were parked or in the store just now.
"I promise you'll be in control. Whatever you say, that's it. You say stop, we stop. You say take me home, I take you home. It would be the smart thing to do because you'd be getting your brother out."
Her hand was still on the door handle. Her choice was to stay inside within his precarious reach and tell the creep off or to get out now, run and be safe. Her fight or flight response was never in question, but she couldn't resist putting him down. "You have a wife?"
"A wife?"
"Yes, that person who takes care of your house, cleans the toilet after you, feeds you and the dog? The one who's home right now giving your kids baths and tucking them in bed?"