CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Vicente was frustrated, and seriously worried. His next target wasn’t where he was supposed to be.
After leaving the Delany home, Vicente had driven the father’s car for as long as he dared before ditching it. Sporting a pair of sunglasses and one of the dad’s Hawaiian t-shirts and feeling like a fool, although marginally safer for the disguise, he had boarded a bus and took it to an eastside barrio. In his hands he carried a small briefcase with several changes of clothing. He’d go through them all today, making sure anyone who noticed him would give the police a different description than the last. A good thing Mr. Delany was the same size as him. He had picked the most distinctive items of clothing from his wardrobe.
A good thing, too, that the guy had favored lou
