City of Angels by Kristi Belcamino

Author:Kristi Belcamino [Belcamino, Kristi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Polis Books
Published: 2016-12-16T05:00:00+00:00

After that night, Ernie stopped coming to Little Juan’s. Sadie said he went back east to care for his dying mother. Just my luck. I had a hard time believing he was unselfish enough to care for a sick woman unless maybe there was a lot of booze in it for him. He was probably waiting for her to kick it so he could collect on the will or something.

Rain had been gone for two months now.

I’d never been so lonely in my life. I sat in my room sometimes with my back against the door and listened to other people walking by, laughing, having fun.

One time, I heard the footsteps stop and could sense someone on the other side of the door. I waited, holding my breath, then someone said, “Come on, dude, just forget about it,” and the footsteps faded away.

I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. But my goal was to find Rain. That was all that mattered. I spent my mornings before work walking through downtown L.A., taking pictures and keeping an eye out for a pink-streaked head. I also spent hours at the library, checking out books and browsing the magazines for articles about the three celebrities. I’d read the book Insights and still didn’t know if it was a clue left for me or just a book some customer left on the ledge.

One day at the library, I was flipping through the magazines when a stack of Time magazines caught my eye. The latest issue of the magazine was on top of back issues. The cover story was about the high cost of college tuition and how some kids couldn’t afford to go. Um, yeah, that was me. I scanned the article and was about to put it with the others when the issue beneath it caught my eye.

The cover of the May 6, 1991 magazine had a blue and purple exploding super nova, just like the cover of Insights, except up close the super nova was comprised of people’s eyes. Creepy.

I flipped to the article inside. Within four paragraphs, a name jumped out at me: J. C. Hoffman. I paused. Why was that name so familiar? I was late for work, so I stuffed the magazine in my bag, promising myself I’d return it to the library later.

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