Antonio's concern for me is touching but it’s cost me long seconds. As I emerge, blinking against the sunlight, Wonder Boy has vanished.
Fuck!
Have I lost him?
I spin, scanning all around, seeking my quarry, ignoring the curious stares of passers-by...
... The line of parked cars...
Doorways...
... along the block...
... the other side of the street...
Zip. Nada...
Then, sprinting across the street, dodging the traffic, I make it to the corner: the clothes store I used as my lurking spot when I first came here.
How long did he hold me up?
Twenty seconds?
Thirty?
How far can the bastard have gone?
Then, I see him again, tall against the crowd.
He emerges from the next door along from Antonio’s, a small hair-salon-c*m-barber-shop. Shoving something into his pocket, he turns my
