I’m in a moving vehicle when the bag comes off. Will sits across from me in a passenger seat. His two men are up front, one driving, one fiddling with the radio.
“Hey Sparrow, we just left the city limits.” I glare at him. “What?” he asks.
“Jackson. One of your goons got him good.” He looks at me for a while.
“The friend? Well shit Sparrow, sorry, but it’s not like you can see him again.”
I realize this, but still.
“Hey Will, just make sure he’s o.k. for me alright?”
A few minutes pass between us, before he opens his cell phone and makes a call.
“Officer Mcready? Yeah It’s Will Tapley. I’m calling in that favor. Hold on for a minute.” He mutes the phone.
“Sparrow, what’s his name?”
“Jackson.” I don’t even know his last name. It makes me chuckle a little.
“Alright Mcready, You seen the news about that singer tonight? Well there’s gonna be a guy there named Jackson. I need you to make sure he gets home safe. Alright do that for me, then were square.”
Will hangs up the phone, doesn’t look my way.

“Who was that?”
“A cop Sparrow. You know I hate dealing with cops.”
I slide over to his side of the seat, wrap him in a small hug, “Thanks Will.”
I can’t make out the words he curses under his breath but I manage to catch the last bit,
“Damn girl, you’re a messed up little bird.”