Corky, awake just before dawn again, splashed it over his face, allowed it to soak his long beard. His hair hung down over his shoulders, almost reaching his stomach. He sat back and rubbed that stomach, noticing how much it had retreated from its former prominence. He’d lost so much weight that ...
When I pulled up behind it there were only six cars separating us. “Now I got you, asshole,” I whispered. I reached into the center console and searched of my cell phone, but it wasn’t there. I bent down, careful to check the traffic light every few seconds, and rifled through the cluttered area ...