With Jimmy hollering behind me, I ran out onto Rosemont and up Barnesdale. Stopping to catch my breath, I saw the Escalade nose around the corner, so I ducked into the lane that ran behind the storefronts to Lottridge, ran through the Big Bee parking lot, then crossed Barton to the Tim Hortons. From inside, I could see the street better than anyone outside could see me.
I bought some Timbits and ate one or two while I waited. No one came looking for me. Keeping off the street as much as I could, I cut through the car wash and the FreshCo parking lot and headed down Gage, turning east on Primrose to pass the abandoned textile factory. Before I got to Belview Park, I came to a rundown-looking duplex, its sagging porch freshly painted blue and white. This was Sam’s house.
I knocked on the d
