Chapter 15

“I’m mad at me. He’s my ex,” Mitch growled.

“Oh, uh, damn. How long’s he been your ex?”

“A few years now.” He stopped talking for a second. “I don’t know why he showed up tonight. He never did like this place. He thinks the name Billie Jean is stupid. Besides, he runs from neighborhoods and families.”

We rode in silence for a while, the city traffic building around us the farther we got from the detached homes. We were creeping up on the Marina District, near Cow Hollow. A grade-school friend who’d moved to the city had taken me on a tour of the area once when I was in town. He laughingly drove me around the Cow Hollow area of upscale shops and restaurants and told me I should feel right at home here since herds of cattle had roamed this area back in the day, before the big fire.