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AS THE CAR WOUND THROUGH West Hollywood, Ray stuck his head out of the open window, like a dog on a road trip. After weeks of recovery, he still needed a cane to walk, but couldn’t take another day in the hospital, even if it was on the LAPD’s dime. He didn’t realize how much he’d missed the open air. Having access to bath water and three squares a day was nice, but he wouldn’t trade the outdoors for anything.
Nick pulled over onto Beverly Boulevard just off of Fairfax.
“You sure you wanna walk from here? That’s a long way to go.”
“I’ve gotta pay a visit to an old friend first, let him know I’m not dead.”
“You know,” Nick looked at him, an eyebrow raised, “you could be dead, Ray. Use this as an opportunity to start over.”
“Too much unfinished business,” Ray said, pointin
