Mara paced back and forth across the warehouse, cursing under her breath and thinking as hard as she could.
"What's wrong?" Calvin asked as he wandered in.
"I missed something." Mara snapped.
Calvin widened his eyes at her in a way that would have been comical under any other circumstances.
She stopped and squared off at him, "Since when does Shaw kidnap people?"
The color drained from Calvin's face.
"He doesn't. I mean, he does. But… who did he take?"
"No one yet, he's making Letty help him get Twinkie, though."
"Shit."
"I haven't even started pushing him yet. There's no way he should feel this desperate."
"It's not desperation, Mara. It's leverage."
"I have to change the entire game plan now. I show my face, and he'll kill Twinkie on principle."
"That's assuming you let him get his hands on him. You said he's making Letty help." Calvin reasoned, "That means she'll know where he is, right?"
Mara shot a scathing look at him.
"Right. No way in hell Shaw keeps him somewhere she knows."
Mara dropped into a chair and buried her face in her hands. Her words came out muffled, "I didn't see this one coming. He got a step ahead."
Calvin knelt in front of her and pulled her hands away from her face so she had to meet his eyes, "Then take two or three more."
Letty: Gonna have to wait til the next meet. Less obvious.
"You sure he's gonna go for this?" Letty asked.
Mara nodded, "Shaw is logical. He'll know it's too obvious to take Twinkie from the house or in broad daylight."
Shaw: Very well. No further delays.
Letty shook her head in disbelief, "Well, we bought ourselves a week."
Mara gripped the wheel of her Skyline tightly and squinted through her tinted windows as she pulled up to the night's scene. There seemed to be two distinct crowds, and a line drawn down the middle. Toretto versus Shaw. It took everything in her to drive straight ahead instead of veering off to Dom's side.
She knew the moment Shaw spotted her. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he took in the swirling blue decals on their sparkling white background. She smirked triumphantly when he waved Hector over.
She pulled her car up to the starting line, but made no move to get out. Five minutes later, Hector rapped on her window. He did a double take when she rolled her window down, but to his credit, he rolled with it admirably.
"That you, Snow Queen?" he asked, taking in her dark wig and heavy makeup.
"It's me." she deadpanned. "Don't ask."
He shrugged, "Fair enough. You racing?"
She reached into the center console for a wad of cash and waved it teasingly in front of his face, "Anyone worth racing?"
He smirked, "A couple of the new guys ain't bad. One of 'em, David or somethin' like that, is in the next set."
"Devin." Mara corrected.
Hector's eyebrows went up, "You know this crew?"
Mara held a finger to her lips in the universal signal for quiet.
"They're hardasses, mama."
"And they don't know who I am. Keep it that way." Mara handed him twice the entry fee.
Hector smiled, "I feel you. Smoke 'em, beautiful."