CHAPTER TENJoe
The van crawled up the hill, keeping a safe distance from
Jessica’s Dodge Dart. Cotter slowed and pulled over, as Jessica parked and got
out.
“She’s heading to the apartment.” Billy spoke in a high-pitched
singsong.
Cotter grunted.
Billy shook his head. “Man, she’s gonna run now.”
“Maybe it’s for the best.”
Billy stared at him. “But what
about . . . .”
“Billy.” Cotter struggled to keep his voice low and even. “What
did I tell you before?”
Billy’s face furrowed in thought. “If she runs, we follow?”
“Right.”
“And the others?”
Cotter raised a hand and dropped it. “We’ll cross that bridge
when we come to it.”
“So . . . just keep watching her for now?”
Cotter looked at Billy. “You catch on quick, Sport.”
