Chapter 163: Lincoln

I'm almost asleep, but something's bothering me. I get up and walk to the living room. I peer out the front window and stare sleepily at the empty space where Shelby's car should be. Son of a bitch. She's out doing her do-good bullshit. I'm instantly awake and angry. Also hell of worried.

I'm driving to Central Avenue within ten minutes. It's eleven thirty when I hit the section of town known for fulfilling every man's desire if he's willing to pay. These aren't the high-dollar escorts by any means. Most of the ladies here have drug habits and other assorted problems.

My first pass is non-productive. On the second, I notice a commotion on my right and crane my neck just in time to see Shelby fly backward and land on her ass. I pull my truck to the side of the road and charge out the door.

A large woman dressed in skintight spandex with more hanging out than can be controlled by the unforgiving material is standing over Shelby with her hands at her waist.