Chapter 50
Guilt Trip
The guilt trip lands at LAX and travels North to Santa Monica via motorcade. Police block freeway on-ramps along the route, a get out of traffic free card. None and MJ exit from the bulletproof, bomb-resistant presidential limo, The Beast. A canopy covers their approach inside.
None waves for Shen to follow. “Are you afraid of ghosts?”
“No. I’m afraid you’ll ask me to pay another bill,” Shen says.
None laughs at the memory. “Pay the man, Shen.”
His brother rushes to close the armored limo door.
None and MJ leave Shen behind. It’s not his guilt trip anyway.
The Blacksmith waits at the entrance with crossed arms. “The agents you sent to chase off more customers are doing a bang-up job.” The Blacksmith golf claps. “Bravo.”
Major bar sections lie fallow. Few stea
