Chapter 1
He sat low in his restored, midnight blue Buick, flicking the ashes of his cigarette out the window. From behind, all you could ...

Chapter 2
An hour later I paced the floor in my apartment. I had a trail of crumbs from the box of Oreos I had opened, and I could feel my ...

Chapter 3
The pickup was right where Jimar said it would be. It was a silver, tricked-out, Ford 350 with a shiny tool box cozied up in the ...

Chapter 4
Jimar got back to me with my cut of the truck deal that evening. When asked what he did with the dead body, he chuckled.“O ...

Chapter 5
As soon as he left, I shimmied into black skinny jeans, changed into a black wig, cut short in the back and a sharp angle pointi ...

Chapter 6
Jimar lives in one of the newer loft buildings in town. He’s got an outstanding view of the green beltway that follows Buf ...

Chapter 7
My kidnapper, for that’s what I’d begun to think of her, got another phone call. The classical music tune. She liste ...

Chapter 8
My mind raced as I drove out of the park. This was a bad idea. I might be better off going to jail. If Jimar figured out what I ...

Chapter 9
I checked the rearview mirror obsessively until I made it to the 610 Loop. When I’d made it that far without a tail, I rel ...

Chapter 10
When I roused, my wrists were in handcuffs and my handcuffs were linked to Doofus by another set. I was in the back seat of one ...

Chapter 11
Doofus really was a good boy. He was still sitting in the back seat where we’d left him. He had his head down playing Cand ...

Chapter 12
I awoke to a horrible racket next door, that would be at my apartment. Someone was banging on the door non-stop. I went to the w ...

Chapter 13
Pops sat in the easy chair and squeezed a slice of lime into his Corona bottle. He drank a couple of swallows and patted his poc ...

Chapter 14
I’d donned what I think of as my Dolly Parton wig. Big shaggy blonde hair that curled and fell a little past my shoulders. ...

Chapter 15
I had a wad of cash in my purse and it was making me itchy. I maneuvered through the indecent amount of traffic on Westheimer an ...

Chapter 16
Pops showed up first.He came in without making a sound. Wrote a note to me."All painted. We’re outta there."I gave him the ...

Chapter 17
When we woke up, it was dark outside and the TV was showing a soccer game neither of us cared to watch. I turned the station to ...

Chapter 18
I paced the floor nervously while Pops looked on from his comfy seat on the couch. “When did you become a Nervous Nelly?&r ...

Chapter 19
“Good news,” Pops said during breakfast the next morning. “Found the perfect spot. It’s abandoned, but n ...

Chapter 20
“One call to Jimar, and we’re ready.” I took my phone out and tapped my foot until he picked up. Pops looked c ...