It took almost a week before they got lucky, as Davie put it after the fact. He and Vin spent their days at the shelter, leaving as soon as it got dark with Warren tailing them from a discrete distance. As soon as they settled on a spot—sometimes where other kids were also trolling for johns, sometimes alone—Davie would do his thing while Vin hung back, waiting. As far as they could tell, if Warren was around, and they knew he had to be, he was well hidden.
“I could have made a fortune if I was into giving blowjobs to dirty old men,” Davie said after their second night on the streets.
“Good thing you’re not,” Vin replied, pulling him into a tight embrace. “The only guy you do that with is me.”
“I know. If we had a room to ourselves, like at Slade’s place…”
“Tell me about it. But hey, b
