Orella figures if the owner of the van was also a customer of Puerto Bros. he probably lived somewhere in the general area, and how many old vans of that make could be in west LA anyway? With a crisp short-list from the DMV database growing damp in her hand, Orella checks out a mere half-dozen le...
Chopped, frizzy hair and a no-name purse. Flat shoes. Him beside her. They’re together like a cop and handcuffs. He looks like a goddamn starved dog on a leash. Silvery hair and a gut starting, but the blue eyes and rugged chin still blaze. I can tell he still gets hard but she’s dry as a bone. H...