Chapter 23
Walking around Ghent had been an inspired idea, because while Andy didn’t want to talk about himself or his childhood much, he was full of things to say about all the little shops they passed. It was a window on who Andy was, and Scooter was definitely enjoying what he saw.
They’d just turned down toward the Hague, a little curved inlet off the river, when a familiar voice yelled, “Winnie Stahl, I ain’t seen you in a month o’ Sundays!” Which was all the warning he got before Lolly Jefferson tackled them both and knocked them into the grass along the waterfront.
Trick pounced, tail wagging like crazy as he covered everyone in licks, eager to play.
“Oof, cocksucker,” Scooter swore, elbow stinging and his white shirt now covered in grass stains. “Ain’t nobody shot you yet, you
