Chapter 45

What the hell was dim sum anyway?

Holy shit. I still can’t find this fucking garage.

Cujo pulled over, turned on his turn signal, then called Sebastian. He ignored the honking cars. Luckily, Sebastian answered his cell.

“Dude, are you here?” Sebastian asked.

“Yeah. I’m trying to find this garage.”

“Where are you? I mean what streets?”

Cujo scanned the street sign and double-checked his GPS. “I’m on West 25th, a block from your apartment. Double parked by the way.”

“The garage is like five blocks away. Did you see any street construction?”

“No! What construction?” Cujo asked, his voice slightly rose. “Can you come down and show me?”

“I’m at the market buying stuff for dinner tonight. Olivia’s working later than she thought so I figured I’d make dinner. Tell you what, I’ll get Tristan to show you where the garage is.”

Cujo flipped off another driver who was laying into his horn. “Fuck off, man!”