Chapter 32
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
III, i.
Eli ran two solid blocks, zig-zagging in and out of alleys, before his trembling legs finally gave out and he had to sit and rest. He slipped behind the grocer’s and sat against the brick wall on an overturned crate. His chest hurt. It took a few minutes for his breathing to slow and his head to clear.
Get Capshaw, Miss Concordia had said.
Out of all the policemen he had met in his short life, Capshaw seemed the most agreeable. Or at least as agreeable as a policeman could be. He didn’t scowl like the other coppers, or shake him by the back of his collar. He actually smiled sometimes. And, as Miss Concordia had pointed out, he had saved them on the balcony that day. I would trust him with my life, she had
