If Hill was going to keep sending me to the corner of 131st and Chestnut, maybe I should think about renting a cardboard box with the words Drugz Mony Hear spray-painted in neon. Would the cops even notice? I'd been standing here for close to forty minutes and hadn't seen a single cop car. Maybe they were at Alex the ladyman's favorite donut shop standing in line for a pink tiara and sprinkles.
I half expected to see Alex, but the only thing keeping me company was the flickering streetlight over my head and some guy down the street yelling for Reggie. Even the flies had buzzed off because of the recent rain.
City lights reflected inside the puddles on the streets and sidewalks. Every time cars drove through them, the rippling effect hypnotized me into thinking about Paige. The way her st
