Craning his neck, Harry saw Billie and Arthur bobbing along further back, too far away to reach. At least they’re together, he thought. Swinging around, he stared up at another placard. “ISLANDERS, BE GONE.” Then he looked at the people in the crowd. They were shouting, wa...
He touched his head and felt a swelling bruise, but the dizziness was nearly gone. It kept fading as he slid into the laughing, chattering crowd that was pouring out from the theater’s afternoon show. No shoeshine plan was necessary to get backstage this time—just a simple break-in. He weaved thr...