"What chase are you talking about, Lalo?" I feel like I should be on alert but not really sure why.
"Quincy," he begins, "how do you know my brother?"
"Oh Jesus," I mutter, looking at Quincy. She has a stunned look on her face. "Don't answer that," I tell her. "Back off Eduardo," I say, turning. "I didn't bring her here to be interrogated by you. You're fucking psycho, you know that?"
"Boys!" Mama yells.
"I'm sorry. Am I missing something?" Quincy says with obvious confusion.
I sigh. "My brother here is a paranoid freak," I say, and he narrows his eyes at me. "He seems to think our relationship is some sort of scam on your part because of my job."
"What?" she asks. "Why…?" She looks at him. "Why would you think that about me?"
"He thinks it about everybody," I say, staring at him. "Somehow he got it in his mind I can't have any friends or ever date anyone without them having nefarious intentions."