CHAPTER 3Carlo thought about turning the car on to get the heater blasting, but the interior was still warm from its earlier use, the memory of Joe chasing after him still sharp. Instead, he blew on his hands and watched Joe in the phone booth, wondering who he called, what he said.
Same side. It felt odd to believe it. But choosing between Stout and Joe was easy when Joe stood up for him. He might not know how this would work out, but he trusted Joe would do everything in his power to make it happen.
Some of the chill had faded when Joe finally joined him, though the way Joe frowned at him made him wonder if he looked worse than he felt. “What now?” The question sounded repetitive, even to his ears. It seemed like that was the only thing he’d asked of Joe all night.
“Do you have to wor
