Turning around in the seat, he started going through the items in the back, trying to figure out if this guy was for real or if the badge in his wallet was a fake. He wondered which would make it worse. If he was a fake, then he was a freak.
“What a bad, bad boy, little Nicky,” Kane whispered and flicked his cigarette over the edge. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not nice to go through other people’s things?”
Below him, a girl stumbled around the corner more than a little drunk. She swayed dangerously on her high heels and fell against the wall. She mumbled incoherently as she opened her purse and started looking for something. She giggled when she pulled out a set of car keys and walked unsteadily to her car.
“Well, well, what have we here?” Kane whispered, as he watched Raven
