Chapter 11

“Bad business, man. People are talking, seeing things, wild dogs and wolves running in Byrd Park and Ginter Garden. Guy up my street shot somebody’s Irish setter. Real bad. I’m outta here. No, no coffee, I’m heading home and straight to bed,” Eduardo added, waving off somebody’s offer of a cup.

Henry kept nodding as he walked to the back of the store where he found the end of the line. The store was practically empty, which was kind of spooky; usually by now there were a lot of customers. All the long, long quiet and empty aisles. He could hear Carlene up front loudly telling some cop that, yes, Larkin’s would cooperate fully, okay, but surely, they could open the store? It had happened outside, for God’s sake, and please don’t use the word “curse”—

“Hey, Henry, there you are. I was wondering when you would get here. I’ve been looking all over for you.” It was Jamey.