Chapter Thirty-Four“I don't wanna be around when the cops get here,” Rico said, rejoining Jean in what was left of her living room. “And that oughta be any time now.”
“I understand,” Jean said and thought for a moment. “I'll say I picked you up at a bar and you were here when they broke in, and they were looking for you and I don't know your name or who these two were or what their beef was with you. You just knew how to handle yourself better than they did. A lot of that's true, anyway.”
“That'll work,” Rico said. “They won't bust you for the other thing, will they?”
“They'll be too busy with all of this,” she said, with a sweeping motion of her arm. Besides, there's no law against picking a guy up in a bar and taking him home, even if you don't get his name.” Then she looked around at
