Page 42 of Dirty Reads

“I wonder where the guy with the mustache went?” I whispered.

“What guy with a mustache?”

The guy that was with Drake,” I said.

“I didn’t see him. What’d he look like?”

“Like a guy with a mustache. I don’t know, they all seem to look the same. They creep me out.”

He glared.

“He was just kinda short and gross.”

Drake turned away. The Asian guy got in the white car and drove off.

“Are we going to follow him?” I asked excitedly.

“No,” he said.

“Why not?”

“It doesn’t matter. I wanted to see if they were doing a deal. It doesn’t look like it.”

“Maybe they did it inside.”

“Possible, but I doubt it,” he said.

A few seconds later, Drake’s Corvette drove by.

Dick sighed. “Ready?”

When he asked, I couldn’t help but laugh to myself and wonder just what was going to happen next.

“Yep.”