CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEJoe
Billy returned with coffee and sandwiches for the two of
them. Cotter took his cup and sipped the hot brew.
“They’ve moved to the alley,” he told Billy. He’d first spotted
the bluish-gray compact because of its severely dented rear fender. He could
have sworn he’d seen a similar vehicle with that distinguishing mark at the
Navy Memorial. The car had been parked down the street from the coffee shop for
hours. It pulled out and rolled past the shop, then hung a right. From where
they sat half a block away from the alley’s entrance, Cotter could make out at
least three people in the car.
Jessica left the coffee shop and proceeded toward them. Cotter
jolted to alert.
He saw Jessica stop and look to her right. Then she moved into
the alley, out of view.
“It’
