Chapter 38
The snow had nearly melted by the time our headlights swept across the face of the abandoned theater, illuminating the marquee. The Importance of Being Earnest. Were even long-ago playwrights giving me tips on how to live my life now?
“I brought a crowbar,” Gunner started, then swore beneath his breath as a police cruiser came toward us from the opposite direction. I’d never known the cops to have such a presence in the Warren, but perhaps they figured an event serious enough to make the local papers merited a follow up visit...or three.
So we couldn’t park out front as originally intended. Instead, we continued past our destination and waited to pull into a side alley once the police car was long out of sight. We hugged the shadows, walking like octogenarians on the way back
