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Chapters (95)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Forty-Nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-One
  56. Fifty-Two
  57. Fifty-Three
  58. Fifty-Four
  59. Fifty-Five
  60. Fifty-Six
  61. Fifty-Seven
  62. Fifty-Eight
  63. Fifty-Nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-One
  66. Sixty-Two
  67. Sixty-Three
  68. Sixty-Four
  69. Sixty-Five
  70. Sixty-Six
  71. Sixty-Seven
  72. Sixty-Eight
  73. Sixty-Nine
  74. Seventy
  75. Seventy-One
  76. Seventy-Two
  77. Seventy-Three
  78. Seventy-Four
  79. Seventy-Five
  80. Seventy-Six
  81. Seventy-Seven
  82. Seventy-Eight
  83. Seventy-Nine
  84. Eighty
  85. Eighty-One
  86. Eighty-Two
  87. Eighty-Three
  88. Eighty-Four
  89. Eighty-Five
  90. Eighty-Six
  91. Eighty-Seven
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. Also by David Swinson
  95. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

Before I head out, I check some of the records in the “Used” bin, including those under B for Bread.

Nothing.

I look over to the kid and decide to casually approach.

I glance down at the bin of CDs he’s shuffling through. He turns to me but doesn’t seem nervous. Tough-looking kid.

I notice a Funkadelic CD and take it out.

“These guys are great. I used to have Maggot Brain,” I tell him without looking at him.

“What the fuck?” he says like I insulted him.

“Maggot Brain’s the name of their CD. Great shit. You should listen.”

“I don’t fuckin’ know you.”

“You know any other spots around here that sell used vinyl?”

He looks at me hard, up and down, giving me that familiar glare like he knows I’m a cop.

Once a cop, always a cop.

He backs up, then suddenly yanks at the bin of CDs, which crashes onto my leg.

“Fuck!”

I step forward, and he pulls down another bin, CDs spilling to the floor and over my shoes—the kid’s already bolted out the door.

“What in the hell?” Oscar yells as I take off.

Fourteen

Fourteen

I trip over the few stairs right outside the door. He’s already made it up to the sidewalk.

At street level I see him hoofing it toward 14th. Fucking fast. No way I’ll catch him, especially wearing a suit and in this heat. I’ll drop within half a block.

I run to my car.

By the time I start it and get it around he’s out of sight. I’d see him if he was still running on U, so I’m thinking he made that left on 14th. I drive there as fast as the cars ahead of me allow, which isn’t fast enough.

I signal to make a left on 14th, creep into the intersection so I can see south on 14th, and sure enough, there he is, near the corner of 14th and Wallach Place. He’s looking back, taking a breath because he sprinted all the way there.

He strides east on Wallach. I’m thinking he bolted ’cause he’s either holding or there’s a warrant on him and he thinks I’m the police.

I want to see where he goes. Might be good for something.

I make the left and gun the engine to Wallach.

“Damn.”

I forgot it’s one way going westbound.

I see him. He’s walking. Casually.

Car honks behind me.

He looks over his shoulder, but he’s about half a block up the road and doesn’t make me. Car honks again.

“Fuck off!” I yell, like the honking ass is going to hear me.