Chapter 21
Billy gazed around at the narrow street, looking at the row of colorful and mismatched houses that lined its sidewalk. It was a charming street, and he much preferred this part of the city to the Garden District. Maybe it was because it reminded him of home.
Home. He missed it. Couldn’t believe that only a few weeks ago, he’d been lying on his comfortable bed, surrounded by his posters and tapes, with Francis not too far away watching the games on TV. He’d had a job to go to in the morning. A pay check. A bank account. A future.
But more importantly, he’d had his innocence. Kyle had been right about that. He’d seen it in Billy.
Now it was all gone. He was a vagabond. How was he supposed to cross the border with no I.D.? And what about what had happened in Daytona? What if Xa
