CHAPTER ELEVEN
When you return home after a long night’s drama, all you want to do is go inside and sit down for a minute.
I did. Bo did. Hazel did—at least I think she did.
Ant’ny just wanted to eat his chicken dinner and chocolate cake in peace after all we put him through. I didn’t blame him.
The sun sank into the clouds and the last rays of sunlight finally gave way to night as we entered my neighborhood. It was a quiet, wavy cloud, navy sky kind of night, the kind when I loved driving down the boulevards with the windows down, listening to jazz and musing about the world.
After getting shot at, putting my windows down was a bad idea, so I settled for crisp air conditioning.
As Bo eased into the gravel alley behind my house, the headlights illuminated a black sedan parked in fron
