Barry,yes,of course.That explains the glint in Chris’s eye and the excitement in his voice.Lee’s smile feels tight across his face as he puts the car into neutral.“Toad’s.Cool.We going?”
“You have to meet him,”Chris is saying.He glances back at the parlor but the doors are shut,the lights inside out.Leaning across Lee,he hits the horn on the steering wheel with a short blast.“C’mon,April.Hurry the hell up.”
As if the horn triggered a reaction,the door to the tattoo parlor opens and two,three,fourgiggling women tumble out.“Christ,”Lee mutters under hisbreath.