Chapter 19

Few hours later and I’m driving on the E 1st Avenue. The beautiful Denver Country club grounds on my left and I picture Drake in his golfing gear hitting the crap out of the tiny ball, somewhere on that green. Reaching Piper’s street I turn right in to the street. It is one of the streets with driving lanes separated by islands of green. Like two small one-way streets right next to each other. I drive to the section where they are connected and perform a sort of a U-turn to get to Piper’s house, which is actually in the beginning of the street, but in the opposite direction. Prime location straight across from the County Club, with no place to park. I stop the car close to the curb, luckily there is more than enough space for other cars in traffic to pass me by, turn all four signal lights so that all the neighborhood watch aficionados know that this car is not here to park. No need to call a tow truck.

I call Piper to let her know I’m here and to see what the plan is.