Chapter 2
It was midafternoon when Tate squatted down beside an old man leaning against the concrete wall. After getting a few hours’ sleep, only because he knew if he didn’t he’d be worthless for what he had to do, Tate had begun approaching homeless people, showing them photos, asking them if they had seen Barone or Gwen—as well as Hicks, even though he was dead. If Hicks had been spotted anywhere in the slum areas around downtown, it could be because he was visiting somewhere Barone used as a hideaway. There was a fourth photo as well, of a woman who had promised to help him and Gwen, and then disappeared.
The man looked at him askance, as if fearing Tate was going to lecture him about getting off the streets. Or start preaching to him, even though Tate was dressed in a pair of older
