FIFTEENSaturday night crept up like a snake on a quail and caught Jim Bullock by surprise. He had stopped at the market and picked up the ingredients to make the special cheesecake he’d promised Trick he’d bring for their dinner. And a twelve-pack. He’d probably need to drink half of it to get through another of Ingrid’s fix-ups. If Trick weren’t his best friend he’d tell her to knock off the blind dates. They were torture. She couldn’t resist parading her female friends past him one at a time despite the fact he was yet to meet one with whom he clicked. Tonight promised to be nothing more than another chapter in her never-ending ritual.
But Trick and Ingrid were his friends so he’d shut his mouth and make the best of it.
Paco watched as Jim worked in the kitchen. He was doing his kicked
