RAY WAS PRETTY SURE he’d lost the tubby cop following him as he got out of the accusing headlights and meandered into a neighborhood lush with bushes and trees; plenty of cover as long as nobody was having a barbeque. He could feel the hot spring starting to flow down his back. Running had popped the rudimentary stitches and he’d lost his sling climbing over a fence, but he didn’t have time to think about that. He had to disappear.
Blood pumping through his chest caused his whole body to vibrate as he paused to catch his breath. He figured they’d gotten his prints out of the warehouse in Venice and he had no way of knowing how discretionary Twitchy had been in his disposal of Pretty Boy. If he was caught, he was probably going to prison. No more fresh air. No more surprise s*x sessions at
