Chapter 85
And somewhere behind him was Lamar.
Stacy started out on the bus route, though he wasn’t stupid enough to stand at a stop and wait. How long would it take Lamar to get his shoes on, grab his car keys, and fly down those stairs to his ride? Every time an engine roared behind him, Stacy would pull into himself, ducking down to hide his face until the car zoomed pass.
He turned off his street almost immediately, took another two blocks before turning again, a different direction this time, keeping to the lighted sidewalks and heading downtown. His only consolation was that Lamar thought he was headed for Ange’s in the opposite direction so if he drove anywhere, it’d be out to their friend’s garage apartment in Ettrick.