[3 of 6?] Lucy made his bail. She was reliable, the way a man in a pinch & wanting to give one needs. Leaving was on his mind now, fast like the uptown express. She might miss him for a couple of days, might even hurt. But he had to get lost before the clues flew with the boys in blue. Taking the red-eye, he’d be in Acapulco by morning. Benny would be there with the teletype & some discrete friends. Maybe even Joe’s gal, Myrna. What a squeeze . . . as his hand tightened on the door knob.
[4 of 11? ] He lurched out of Anita’s cantina on to the dark sidewalk, and past its bright neon window sign. A wino approached. They did an awkward sidewalk dance, two tight stiffs trying to dodge each other, but the wino fell against him as they passed. Home was a long walk just a couple of blocks away.
In the morning, the phone rang. He fell out of bed like a torn hem. He heard Slim Bob’s voice, & dropped the phone. Staggering to his coat, he felt inside the pockets. The envelope was gone.
~ series by Jere Fletcher, (c) 2011
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