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Burke saw her out of the corner of his eye from the line at the donut shop. By the time he’d hobbled over to his seat with his coffee and Boston Cream, she was in plain sight. He took a bite of his treat and a little custard squeezed out onto his fingers. He licked them clean and watched her through the windows. An exhibit in an urban zoo.
If she was a working girl, she was out too early in the afternoon. The sun was on its way down, but this wasn’t the sort of neighborhood where men went prowling after work before they went home to their wives. Wasn’t enough time to wash the stink of street p***y off and blame the delay on traffic. Burke knew for damn sure you couldn’t cover it up with cologne. You needed to Lava Bar that s**t. Scrub your business like you just finished tarring a roo
