Arliss hopped up onto the concrete wall fronting the lake and spotted him right away. He peered over at the guy he had noticed earlier that night, when Arliss had been dancing (if you could call having guys paw at you and stuff twenty-dollar bills up your ass dancing). It was the same guy who had left the bar in haste, and Arliss had been sure he had been disgusted by him.
And yet here they were in the same place once again. What were the odds of that? Here in this teeming city of millions, that the two of them would encounter one another again on the very same night?
The guy was about twenty or thirty feet away from him, oblivious—Arliss was sure—to his presence. Arliss studied him for a while, confirming his earlier thought that he looked sad by moving his hands up to his eyes to angri
