Which I did, a peculiar blend of sweat, old pot smoke, and the chemical wallop of the shop’s air freshener. So I washed my hair twice with his shampoo, then put on freshly washed jeans and one of his ancient Atlanta PD sweatshirts, items I’d liberated during my most recent plunder. When I got bac...
It has multiple levels, expensive drinks, and well-maintained billiard tables. Back in the day, I’d been good enough with the stick to shake down the arrogant and inebriated, but my skills were too rusty to try that trick now.Billie had accompanied me for the preliminary portion of my plan—spotti...
It was the best I could find at the corner store, and it was like smoking a dust bunny, but it eased the jitters and soothed the pounding in my head. I’d kicked the habit once, I would kick it again. Tomorrow. Not today. Today the sky was brilliant blue, the sunlight tart as lemonade, and since I...
