A small crowd of hipsters hung out on the sidewalk, gawking. One of the windows had been shattered. Sam slowed the car but didn’t park. “I can’t walk in with the police here. I show up at this party and it’ll be all over the news. You can’t go in, either.” They took a drive, winding their way through narrow traffic-choked streets for a while. Sam called Cindy and told her to call him when the police cleared out. He also called Muse and had a brief conversation with her. “She’s guarding Micha,” Sam said. “Otherwise I’d have her come immediately.” “She’s really your bodyguard?” June itched for a cigarette. “No offense, but she looks like an albino Pomeranian. What can she do?” “Powerful things don’t have to come in big, swaggering packages. Or be swinging their humongous dicks around to get things done.” “I usually just show my tits.
