Eye Of The Burning Man: A Mick Callahan Novel (The Mick Callahan Series) - Plot & Excerpts
She was a pallid, pimpled white teenager wearing heavy jewelry, torn cut-off jeans, and an egregiously padded bra. She spat on the ground, turned on her slightly wobbly high heels and strode away. I motioned for Jerry to stop filming. "Somehow I think you need to come up with a warmer, more effective approach," Jerry deadpanned. "Well, we'd best do it soon." Jerry's baseball cap was now on sideways, for no apparent reason. His eyebrows danced. He shifted the camera to his right and rubbed his lower back. "This goddamned thing is getting heavy." I caught a slight slur on the word 'is,' and it troubled me. Had he been drinking again? The Pomona Valley night was sultry, perfumed by trapped smog; the street air thick with the pheromones of unrequited addiction and sexual desire. Flashy, indolent crack dealers were doing a brisk business in the alleys and skinny addicts prowled the burgeoning shadows with flickering, orange pipes. Hour after hour, dozens of cars, all sizes and models, rounded the corner one after another.
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