Chapter 31

His hair falls around his face like blinders. Near the Metro, a grizzled man hunches down into a tattered Army jacket, a hat at his feet, a guitar in his hands so worn and battered, it makes the one on Dane’s back look new. He’s fumbling through a few chords, nothing recognizable, but he sees Dane and calls out as he passes. “Boy!” Dane doesn’t stop, just keeps walking, thinking two blocks is an eternity in this city. “Hey, kid with the guitar! Come back here a minute, I won’t hurt ya.”

Dane doesn’t listen, just keeps moving. He thinks Krish would be proud—if he weren’t running late, he might have stopped to listen to the fellow’s tunes, maybe dropped a handful of change into the hat, and his lover says he shouldn’t do that, talk to the bums on the street, it only encourages them. But he’s got somewhere to be now, doesn’t he? Randy Blake is waiting for him. He picks up the pace.