CHAPTER 11
Jolted from my reverie, I quickly started the car and shifted into reverse before risking a peek through the window. It wasn't a bad neighborhood or anything but you never know. What I saw was a white guy in dark sunglasses and a black baseball cap turned backwards. He had scraggly facial hair and a thick silver chain hanging halfway down his wife beater t-shirt. Baggy jeans and expensive sneakers completed the ensemble, but it was the fake arm tattoos that got me. After the day I'd had, I found the whole thing hysterically funny.
I turned off the car and opened the window in a fit of giggles. "Oh my God, Duke, what are you wearing? You look ridiculous! Did you lose a bet or something? Wait, don't move!" I pulled my phone out of my purse and snapped his picture. "Oh, this is e
