Chapter 15
Finke’s eclectic crew of f**k-wits had Honey surrounded.
There was a man dressed in black, crouched on the second story platform of her fire escape, one man standing below it, and another lurking in the mouth of the narrow alley between her building and the one I was hiding behind. There were probably more inside her building, and probably stationed at the building’s front entrance. Maybe more milling around in the streets trying to blend in, but maybe not.
I thought I was probably still their first priority, the one who’d seen too much and gotten away. Honey was a sitting duck. Finke wouldn’t blow his load, metaphorically speaking, on her. His hard-on was still aimed at me.
He couldn’t know that I knew about Honey, and even if he had known I don’t think it would have change
