XLI. ESCAPE PLAN
Before I bailed on Leticia, I had to secure a place to live. I knew Leticia’s sixth sense would sniff me out if I went to Q.’s or Berg’s.
The thought popped into my head to contact my dad. I had not heard from him in years and didn’t even know if he was alive. I thought about Dad often and wanted to reconnect with him. It was highly likely that he was shacked up with one of his “skanks,” as Mom called them, and he wouldn’t be able to let me stay with him. Still, I gave it a shot.
I Googled “George Starsiak” and a slew of addresses appeared, including Mom’s house, two residences on Long Island – one in Island Park, and one in Long Beach – one home in Rhode Island, one in Portland, Maine, and one in Atlantic City. There was no way to determine which was his current addres
