15 Chapter 15

The drive back to the agency was done pretty much in silence. From the serious look on Kip’s face, John had the feeling he was reliving his life on the streets. A guess, but I bet I’m right. He keeps glancing down the alleys as we go past. Probably remembering when he used to hide in them to escape the sons-of-bitches who go after homeless kids. Or…He didn’t like his next thought, though he knew it was possible. Give blowjobs to make enough to buy something to eat.

When they got to the lot behind the agency, Kip said, “Thanks for letting me ramble.”

“No problem. I’ve got the feeling you don’t talk about it much. Sometimes it helps to get it out.”

“It does, I guess.” Kip shrugged. “I’ll see you Monday.”

“You bet. Mrs. Barnes will probably be waiting on the porch when I get here, ready to ream us a new one for not stopping Michael before he made—” John made finger quotes, “—the biggest mistake of his life.”