Chapter 11
Choosing a side door into the two-story building, they encountered a pair of prostitutes.
“Drunk off his ass, fell and hit his head,” Kurt offered by way of explanation, not that he thought the women were apt to call cops in this neighborhood.
“Poor baby. He’s cute,” said one of the women.
“Maybe we all can party later when he’s less messed up,” said the other.
“Uh, maybe.” Kurt responded. Getting Mike up the flight of stairs was a challenge. It took fifteen or twenty seconds to negotiate each step.