Sam Bennett stood at a pay phone near the corner of Second Street and Bay Shore Avenue in Belmont Shore. He checked his cell phone again for a signal. f*****g AT&T. Frustrated as hell, he dialed the pay phone again and waited as the operator placed the collect call to Miami. Meanwhile, he kept his back to a homeless woman pushing a battered cart along the walk.
Fucking AT&T.A voice finally answered on the other end. Sam wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke into the receiver. “Old Joe, it"s me. What did you find out?”
Sam suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around and came face to face with the old woman. She grinned out of one side of her mouth as she stared up at him through watery eyes. “Do you have a dollar?” she asked, holding out a dirty hand. She c****d her head li
