2. Traffic StopsOscar swung it onto Las Vegas Boulevard.
“Where to?” he asked.
“Home,” Ed said. “Take it west. I need to be home.”
“No. East,” Miss Sugar Skull said.
Oscar gripped the wheel and spun the car around.
“Why the f**k’d you do that?” Ed said.
“Don’t know,” Oscar said.
“Turn it back.”
“I can’t.”
“Aw, you’re going to ruin the party aren’t you?” Cat-Suited Woman said to her sister.
“His ex-wife said to head east,” Miss Sugar Skull said.
“I ain’t ruining my party for this guy’s ex-wife.”
“Are they talking about my wife?” Ed asked Oscar.
He pictured her still and lifeless. Lying on the rest stop concrete. Her dark hair a bloody tangle surrounding her bruised face.
“I dunno,” Oscar said. “I’ll get you home.”
“Yeah? We need to go west. I have to get back to L.A. before m
