Duval sat in his car watching the docks. He reflected on his recent mistakes, but he knew he could cover his ass just like he always did when he miscalculated. He just needed to make sure he kept tabs on Sam.
It hadn"t been too hard to trace his old buddy"s recent whereabouts. He had seen Sam"s pooch lying around when he had dropped by Maire"s place for a little money-exchange. Duval also knew that Ramona Slocum had been holed up at Sam"s farm in Chalmette. What he had underestimated was Sam"s ongoing hard-on for Maire. He figured Sam would have moved on by now, until he realized Sam was clinging to a past that was a lot more carefree than the s**t he had been through up in L.A. I hear ya on that one, Buddy, he thought. But maybe this was a good thing after all. He could use Sam to protec
