Tad steered the car back across the city; past the street Carlos’s coffee shop was on, and went another ten or twelve blocks.
“What’s the story here?” Cam asked as Tad parked the car.
“He’s usually in the park around the corner. He knows me. He’ll deal.”
“Okay, who am I?”
“A friend from Canada. You’re visiting my parents but we can’t tell them what we’re doing.”
“And my name?”
“Laura something, but I don’t remember your last name.”
“That’s okay. You shouldn’t need it.”
Tad nodded. “Okay. Good.”
Tad opened his door, got out, and waited for Cam to get out of her side of the car. She once again wore Laura’s clothes and makeup. They looked at each other and Cam gave Tad a thumbs-up. They started down the street. As they got around the corner, Tad pointed to a slim guy sitting, leisure
