a week ago...
The whole thing had been a setup, and now Ray had somehow become the suspect. Fuck, and maybe he was the one who'd shot Volpe, who knew when the last thing he remembered was Volpe giving him the ol' feel-up for a wire. Real smooth, Kowalski. So what was a guy to do with a psycho, trigger-happy PK couldn't listen to reason? You ran. So he was running. And his fucking arm was bleeding, and he didn't even know what backwards neighborhood he was in.
He had to get away from this freak. A quick look around and yeah, okay, a bookstore. He pushed his way inside, fell inside in a heap of long arms and legs, bleeding all over the damn floor. He flailed and pushed himself between two tall bookshelves and laid there, half-sitting up, sucking in breath after breath.
He had to get away from this freak. A quick look around and yeah, okay, a bookstore. He pushed his way inside, fell inside in a heap of long arms and legs, bleeding all over the damn floor. He flailed and pushed himself between two tall bookshelves and laid there, half-sitting up, sucking in breath after breath.