Indy and I pul ed up to Heavy’s house at five thirty. The Rock Chicks and I had al exchanged phones and numbers and Indy had cal ed me that afternoon. When I told her I had to train with Heavy before the shooting range, she asked to come along to that too. I’d said yes. More fool I. I pul ed my exercise bag out of the backseat and led Indy into Heavy’s house. “Heavy!” I cal ed. “We’re here.” “Who’s fuckin’ ‘we’?” Heavy came out of the kitchen and stared at Indy. “Uncle Charlie!” Indy yel ed when she saw him. “India Savage!” Heavy yel ed back, a huge, goofy smile spreading on his face. “Get over here, girl, give your Uncle Charlie a hug.” They hugged each other. I stared. “What’s going on?” I asked. They ignored me. “I didn’t know you were cal ed Heavy,” Indy told him, leaning back in his beefy arms. “Long story, girl. God, I haven’t seen you in ages. Not since that FOP picnic, what? Two years ago? Hear you’re shacked up with Nightingale,”
