Chapter 6
At the end of his shift, Will had every intention of going home and staying there. But after twenty minutes of staring aimlessly into his kitchen cabinets, trying to talk himself into cooking something to eat, he grabbed his keys and headed back out to his car. The next thing he knew, he was taking the exit off the interstate that would drop him at the Slip. He told himself he was just cruising, no real place in mind, but as he turned onto Cary Street again, he knew he was lying.
He was looking for Corey.
And he found him, too, right on the same corner where he had first spotted the hustler the night before. Will slowed as he approached, checking out the guys hanging together, but they all had pale, smooth skin—no bruises or cuts that might indicate a recent fight.
That’s th
