“Hey, mister?”
The kid had snuck around the back of Rita and was sidling up next to me, not close enough to touch, but near enough for me to see him.
He was tiny, maybe four feet tall, wearing baggy jeans, a hoodie, and who knew what else underneath. His shoes made a weird flopping noise, so I guess they were too big or falling apart.
But his face shone in the dim street light like that of an angel. He might have been a she, but I doubted it.
“Yeah?”
I turned and slouched a little against Rita, trying to cut down the distance between our heights.
“You got some coin you can give me? I do something for you.” Looking scared as s**t and tiny, he took a hiccupy breath. “Twenty bucks.”
At first, I thought he was kidding. This had to be some kind of city joke. I mean, where’d this kid come
