Chapter Thirteen
It’s pretty weird riding around the city not thinking of his building, the clean white, the mirror-lined elevator, the painting of the nudes in the hall, and Joseph Lord.
I pulled off a coup with my boss, rearranging my route so I barely touch the places I used to go. Maybe pulling everything away will make it feel as though I’ve moved to another city. Though I think it’s going to take moving to another planet to forget about that damned basement. I’m not even going to the tobacco shop. Henry’s too close to the situation.
I do see Rico. And one Saturday night I grab a new beau at his club. I was looking for Tony, but I guess he’s split town, on to great things that Rico won’t tell me about.
I do pretty well for awhile—about three weeks, until I get the inevitable reque
