Brent
Johnny had phoned him awake when he’d finally managed to get some rest after a fitful night and gave him an address. By the tone of his voice, he knew something was up. He was halfway dressed when he rushed to Chester’s room and banged on his door. The moment a confused Chester opened his door, with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, he clapped his hands to urge him on.
“Move! Johnny’s got a lead for us.”
Chester rushed to spit out the toothpaste and threw his toothbrush in the sink, pulling his jacket on as he left his room. He was grateful that Chester had already been halfway ready. They rushed to the car and sped to the address.
They found Johnny standing next to a bum who was sitting in front of his tent. “What do you have?” He asked Johnny when they approached, all but
