The Wind in my Heart
The last thing I see before I turn to face the guy grabbing me is how she pulls the shopping bag up into her folded arms, cradling it over her abdomen as she trots down the subway stairs into the shadows, and then I’m turned around, looking into the weary eyes of my old pal Detective Joe Navarro.
Did Gemma avoid me because of him? And who does she want to keep the contents of her bag secret from—me, the cops, or both? Joe’s not alone. A short guy in a motorcycle jacket stands beside him, badge and hands placed on his belt, eyes cast back toward the dharma center and the goon on the planter. Detective Chen again.
“Hey Miles,” Joe says, “c’mon and take a walk wi
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