Chapter 5
I walk instead of drive, leaving my vehicle on the street outside the apartment and set off through a light mist. I am inconspicuous in the early dusk hour.
Twenty minutes later and a mile from Lou’s Diner, I stop at a quiet four-way intersection in a residential area lined with two- and three-story houses next to St. Francis Church and a small public park for neighborhood kids.
I look over my shoulder at what I think are footsteps, somebody walking slowly then stopping, but when I look there is nobody on the street but me.
I’m still reeling from the vodka, my head swimming, but moving keeps me alert, and hearing Steve’s voice in my thoughts puts a bounce in my step.
I smile into the night, but the euphoria of seeing Steve again is fleeting. Picking up speed, I walk with pur
