CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
“Welp, the shizzle hit the fizzle, if you know what I mean.”
Bo and I sat on my back porch steps. We were sopping wet and draped in bath towels. On such a chilly night, we were liable to catch colds, but at least we were alive. My alley was covered with squad cars, and siren lights whirled rapidly against the night.
We had to hose everyone down to get the mud and lich water off. Even then, I had mud in places no man should ever have it. My water bill was going to be a small fortune. We were going to have to burn all of our clothes.
My backyard was still crawling with police, and it felt like the whole world was watching. But we were all safe.
Ant’ny got the hell out of my backyard first; he had an aversion to this much action after all he’d been through, and I didn
