Chapter 9In the evening it began to rain again. Spring was not merciful and once again flooded Boston with cold, heavy rain. The air was damp and smelled of exhaust fumes, which, combined with the downpour, effectively chased most Bostonians off the streets. Adrien tried unsuccessfully to light a soggy cigarette, huddling under the awning of a general shop. After several attempts, he gave up and hurled the wet tobacco onto the pavement.
He adjusted the collar of a cheap tweed trench coat and quickened his stride.
Steve and the others were supposed to be waiting for him in one of the bars in North Street, offering not only delicious coffee with the addition of upmarket alcohol, but also plenty of carnal pleasures. Collins pressed his head into his shoulders, sensing that the downpour migh
