Chapter 3
John walked down the sidewalk toward Caboose Park, wondering if he had a chance in hell of finding a decent bagel. Probably not, since that was the sort of thing his open-minded Ma liked to call “Jew food.”
Some Jew food would be lovely right about now. A bagel covered with schmear and lox, a hot knish with mustard, maybe a…
His stomach finally got distracted when he heard the sound of a car pulling up alongside. A quick flash of blue lights and the blip of a siren.
Oh joy.
Well, it had taken nearly twelve hours, so they must’ve decided to cut him some slack.
“Halt, John Barton. Place your hands on your head and turn slowly toward the vehicle.”
Holy s**t, he knew that voice!
Grinning fit to split, John turned and saw Pete Duncan behind the wheel of a deputy’s turd-colored
