SidestreetsAngelina Lobo—"angel-wolf": she didn’t feel much like either of them as she waited in the backyard, crouched between the cardboard carton and the solid wood gate, chewing her nails ragged. Hank was coming up the alley, at last; she recognized the chugging engine even before she saw his car through the knothole. He didn’t have time to tap the horn before she was tugging the disguised gate open. Lina dragged the box through, shut the gate fast and muscled the cargo into the back seat.
"Hurry!" he whispered. "I don’t think anybody saw me turn in, but—"
Lina ran around to the front passenger door and piled in fast. Hank took off the minute she got the door closed.
"Got it disguised okay?" he asked, pulling the Ford out toward the end of the block.
"Sure." Lina fastened her seatb
