It was easier to take him in, faster, harder. I unzipped the leather jacket as I went up the steps. Like who? Men. He lay back on the bed on his stomach with his feet naked against the sheets.
I'd thought this crisis with Louie might help Ronnie and me rebuild our friendship, but it wasn't working out that way. Had I done that when I said, catch him? Were they being good citizens, or was it my fault? Shit. The black and whites hit their doors, and they took cover behind the doors, or the engine block while they looked around. He knows, I said.
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