<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Little Havana</strong><br/><br/>Picking up her bag, she places it on the floor behind the passenger seat. Her eyes scan left to right checking all three mirrors then back again, deliberately remaining quiet until after she makes the left turn she scans one more time then removes her Maui Jim's'.<br/><br/>Glancing over at Tom, she reflects her own sweet charming smile at him as she uses the volume control on the steering wheel to turn the radio  down.  "Maybe you better tell me little more about the job before I decide if 5 is enough."<br/><br/>She knew people, 'charmed ones', who could fuck up the best plan, and still manage to walk away without a scratch.  It was a dangerous games, and she sure wasn't 'charmed'.