Chapter 53: Julia Talks
7:03 P.M.
Talon Park
Chuck Chutney Statue
The evening was perfectly purple with a bit of chill in the air. Julia stood in front of the Chuck Chutney statue in a pair of jeans, espadrilles, massive sunglasses that covered most of her face, and a purple hoodie, which matched the sunset. She clutched a purple vinyl purse against her belly, which I knew held a Colt 45 or 9mm, rarely if ever leaving her house without being protected.
“Julia,” I said, closing in on her. “How are you?”
“Forget the pleasantries, Johnny. Let me cut to the chase.”
I loved a woman who didn’t dally and cut out the bullshit. What man didn’t?
There were just a few inches between us. Although the park was empty near the statue, we looked as if we were lovers. Discreteness was necessary of
