EXT. - SILVER CITY STREETS - DAY

Gerri was in the middle of pushing Jordan's head down and stuffing him in the back seat of her Charger when her phone rang. She slammed the door on his mournful expression and answered it.

"Ger." She hadn't heard from Eric "Flashman" Ortega in a bit, not since she asked him to look into dog fighting for her. Turned out it was a dead end anyway.

"Flash." Gerri climbed in the front seat. "What do you need?"

"I'm here for you, ...