She still had ten hours before Isaac expected to meet her at Smokey’s. She kept his card in her front pocket, but she didn’t intend to use it. If he had to work for her information, it would pique his natural curiosity as a cop. She’d holed up on Christmas Day, knowing the entire city would be closed, and brushed up on the year 2000. That basically involved watching a lot of television and now she was feeling locked up and restless. Stores were open at obscene hours for one more round of holiday sales and gift returns. L.A. was wide awake, waiting for Remy to come out and play. She didn’t have a lot of spare cash, but there was a Best Buy about two miles away. The parking lot was jammed with people and the returns line snaked out the door. The store was literally bursting at the seams. She’d learned to lift as a child, but perfected the skill by the time she was fifteen. She didn’t get much real-world experience anymore, but Nathan made for an excellent, if unknowing, challenge.
