CHAPTER NINETEENJoe
Cotter and Billy had rented a car—not quite as suitable for
their needs as a van, but the budget on this job was getting tighter by the
moment. They chose a bland gray midsized vehicle—not anything too cop-like, but
not too showy either.
As Cotter eased the car into a tight parking spot down the
street from Liz’s place, he wondered if a compact car would have been a wiser
choice.
But he managed to back into the spot with little fuss, not even
bumping the curb. With a satisfied sigh, Cotter said, “Now we wait.”
Billy nodded amiably. Both men stared down the street toward
Liz’s building.
They were prepared for a long haul. They’d bought sandwiches
for lunch and plenty of bottled water.
Hours ticked by. By quarter past noon, Cotter decided it was
time for lu
