Chapter Thirty Two
Still early, as Las Vegas tended to look at matters, it was a little after eleven PM as the two shadows whizzed down MLK Blvd a block before Lake Mead Blvd another block away from Mal’s first destination for the night.
If there were ever two people met for each other, it was the two freaks dressed in black riding in the night down mostly alley’s, side streets and other avenues Mal knew like the back of his callused hand.
Thoroughly enjoying herself, Mandal, mostly front tire grazing Mal’s back tire loved the feeling of the muscles in her long legs and her heart pounding as she followed the artist around the twisting curves of his expert guidance to where ever the f**k they were going.
AT A DUNKIN Donut Shop, Mal, with her right on his shadow pulled in along-side a La
