“What’s the bike path?” Terry asked much later in the evening. He and Rudy were the only ones still awake. Kel had crashed almost as soon as they’d gotten back to the squat. A few minutes later, after the remaining food from the deli had been stored in a battered cooler Snap had found by a dumpster two days earlier, he and Josie had retired to their ‘bedroom’ for the night.
“It’s a path along Cherry Creek for bikers and pedestrians. It runs from downtown on west to the Cherry Creek shopping area, and from there to the reservoir. If we park ourselves close to the shopping center we’ll be okay.”
“Meaning safe?”
“Pretty much. The cops don’t come down there too often so we won’t be hassled.”
“By them, but what about anyone else?”
“People are people, Ter. Some of them don’t think twice abo
