Myles sat in his car where it was parked across the street from the flophouse and stared up at the window to Cressa’s room. He remained there until the light went out, but just to be on the safe side, he waited an extra ten minutes, in case she decided to hit the streets. Not seeing her emerge from the building, he let out a huge sigh of relief. Good. She was staying in tonight. “Smart move, woman.”
Pulling back onto the street, he drove home. It was a long, quiet drive. It gave him plenty of time to recall recent events. How close he’d come to losing her. He didn’t know if those minos planned to beat her up right there in the pool hall, shoot her, or kidnap her and take her somewhere else where they could work her over to their hearts’ content.
Seeing her knock aside those hoodlums like
