I look down at the guy, who is still panting. “Watch where you’re going next time.”
He nods quickly, staring up at me. I walk around him and head down the alley. “Are you getting down?” I ask as I walk.
“Nope. I kind of like it up here.”
“Okay.” I bend and scoop up the bag with her dress that I dropped earlier.
* * *
I take my phone and scroll through the news. I can’t concentrate, so I throw the cell on the dash and glare at the entrance of the salon. Three and a half hours. What the f**k have they been doing to her for three and a half hours?
The girl who came to lead Angelina inside told me that it would take a while, and that I should go for a walk and come back later. Leaving was out of the question, of course, so I sat in the waiting room next to an older woman with pieces of a
