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not. Your timing, it’l be during a Broncos game.
    That’d piss me off.”
    I smiled at him.
    “Okay, I’l try not to get kil ed during a Broncos game.” He gave me one of his looks, the kind he’d been giving me for four months. The kind that made my gut twist. It was fleeting and he hid it fast but I saw it and I knew he was worried.
    I decided not to go there.
    “Do you want me to make you dinner?” I asked.
    His eyes got huge. “What? Now you tryin’ to kil me ?” It was safe to say I wasn’t the best of cooks.
    Auntie Reba could cook. She was the queen of time-economy cooking. It took her about fifteen minutes to prepare a delicious, three course feast for thirty people.
    She was a kitchen goddess.
    Unfortunately, while she was doing this, Nick and I were listening to Stevie Wonder or Elton John or The Marshal Tucker Band, depending on our mood. Therefore, I never learned to cook.
    “I was thinking quesadil as,” I suggested.
    Anyone could melt cheese between a couple of tortil as.

    Anyone could melt cheese between a couple of tortil as.
    How hard could that be?
    “You eaten yet?” Nick asked.
    “Nope,” I told him.
    “Goin’ out tonight?” he went on.
    “Yep.”
    “I’l make dinner,” he decided.
    We both knew that was probably best.
    And most nights Nick made dinner anyway.

    * * * * *
I sat at a table in the back of the bar, my back to the wal , watching Darius Tucker.
    He was a tal , lean, black man with twists in his hair. He was very good-looking, had a way of holding himself that made you notice him and he was also a very bad guy.
    I knew as wel and was surprised by the fact that he was reportedly close to both Lee Nightingale and Eddie Chavez. Nightingale worked for money and, from what I could tel , had a foot planted on both sides of the fence. But Chavez was a cop.
    This relationship intrigued me.
    I’d been on the tail of one of Darius’s boys, a dealer. The dealer led me to Darius and I was watching.
    It was late. I was tired. I’d had a shit day, not to mention, mental y relived the whole Park nightmare. I wasn’t sure I was in the mood for mayhem so I’d decided to give the night over to reconnaissance.
    Know thy enemy.
    I was keeping my eye out for Crowe, or any of the Nightingale boys. I’d only ever seen Crowe, the rest of them Nightingale boys. I’d only ever seen Crowe, the rest of them were stil shadows for me. Though, I’d heard enough about them that I could probably pick them out in a crowd.
    I was sitting on my phone and it vibrated against my ass.
    Not taking my eyes from the room, I pul ed it out, flipped it open and put it to my ear.
    “Yeah?”
    “Law?” Sniff said and he didn’t sound right.
    My back went straight. “Sniff?”
    “Law… shit. Law, he’l kil me if he knows I told you but…
    Roam…”
    I was already standing, my body tense, my mind wired.
    “Tel me, Sniff,” I demanded, hitching the strap of my black purse over my shoulder.
    “He’s been talkin’ lately, got this idea to help you out,” Sniff told me.
    Fuck!
    I was worried that something like this would happen.
    “You with him?” I asked, moving through the bar, keeping people between Tucker, his dealer and me.
    “Watchin’ him. Law, shit… he’s gonna kil me.”
    “Where are you?”
    “He’s fol owin’ someone. I’m fol owin’ him. Goin’ down Speer Boulevard bike path, close to Logan.”
    “Which side are you on?”
    “South side.”
    “What direction are you headed?”
    “West, shit Law.”
    He sounded scared.

    “I’l be there in ten minutes. You stick to him, Sniff, but do not get near. Do you hear me? Something happens, you don’t cal me, you cal the police. Got me?”
    “Law, can’t cal the cops.”
    “You think something’s gonna go down, you get out of there and cal 911. Promise me.”
    “Law, I cal the cops, Roam’d never talk to me again.”
    “Promise me, Sniff.”
    I was at the Camaro and Sniff hesitated.
    Then he said, “Fuck. I