Chapter 8
And that’s where Anjelo found him.
In the headlines, in the pictures, and in revealing columns that traced his steps all over the city. That day his attention was taken by a column that gave some information about an old haunt that Lathe frequented from time to time. Since Anjelo’s curiosity was piqued, he decided to take a chance and look for him there. As soon as the sun went down he dressed up in his cool night clothes and hurried out on the streets. He crept in and out of shadows, around creepy corners, and in front of rundown buildings until he found a gathering of people that made him stop short. It had been so long since he had seen Lathe, his heart skipped a beat. He suddenly felt small and unimportant. Admirers were crowding Lathe, touching him. The whole thing was so
