Chapter 4
I drove the old Ventura to a twenty-four hour grocery store a few blocks down from Cameron Finke’s place and walked the rest of the way. By the time I reached Diagonal Street, the main drag that separated the industrial and commercial zoned blocks from the residential on that side of town, I could hear Finke’s party winding up. I kept a distance, approaching only as close as the parking lot of the mini-mall’s defunct Chinese Buffet, then turned east and walked to the little park near the bridge into East Paradise Valley.
I sat at the bench furthest from the road and watched the moon’s reflection move across the surface of the Snake River’s sluggish water, smoking my way through a pack of Camel Wides as the night ticked on.
Two blocks over the party continued. If Finke’s band e
