Chapter Twenty-Seven
All I had to do for a clean exit was let Miss Wanda die?
Fuck that! That exit was about as clean as a sewer pipe.
"Mack, what are we going to do?" Lilly asked.
I shut my inner eye and stood up. "I am going to work some serious f*****g magic," I said. "And you are going to save me some popcorn."
Lilly blinked at me. She seemed to want to close her mouth, or to open it and say something, but she didn't do either. She just blinked.
"Keep an eye on the Tapestry," I told her as I grabbed my go-bag. "In an hour or so, one way or the other, there's going to be one hell of a show."
Step one was to buy four bags of ice, and a crate to carry them in.
I picked them up a block from the midtown high-rise where the meeting was taking place. The same one that the cheerleader
