Devil's Corner by Lisa Scottoline

Devil's Corner by Lisa Scottoline

Author:Lisa Scottoline [Lisa Scottoline]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
ISBN: 9780061801778
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2005-03-24T16:00:00+00:00


TWENTY-EIGHT

“GO!” Vicki couldn’t help shouting. It was almost midnight and there was finally activity at Browning’s house. The front door opened, barely visible in the streetlight, and two men emerged, mere shadow figures.

“Not yet. I’ll start the engine after they’re in their car. Then they won’t hear it.”

“Of course. Right. Good thinking. That’s what I meant, too.”

“Calm down, girl.” Reheema laughed softly

“I can’t.” Vicki fumbled to find the camera, shivering with cold and excitement, as the two men walked down the steps in front of the row house. It was impossible to tell if either of them was Browning. “Damn!”

“Don’t take a picture.”

“I won’t use the flash.” Vicki disabled the flash and used the telephoto to see the men more clearly. It was absurd in the dark, but she took three photos anyway. They were both about average height and wore thick dark coats and dark knit caps, pulled low over their foreheads. “What is it with the knit caps?”

“Another black culture question? It’s cold out.”

“Damn it to hell! I can’t see their faces.” Vicki still couldn’t tell if either was Browning and she gave up trying, for now. The two men walked close together, and she could tell they were talking because little clouds puffed from their mouths. It had to be twenty degrees outside and ten in the Sunbird. Circulation to her extremities had stopped four thousand Doritos ago. Reheema turned on the ignition as the two men walked to a snow-covered car, three down from the row house. The two men straight-armed snow off the car, clearing the hood and roof in one swoop.

“They’ll never get it out. Look at the wheels.” Reheema pointed at the car, and Vicki took pictures as the one man cleared a cake of snow from the back window with his arm and shook the powder off, and the other pounded the car door to break ice on the lock and get the key inside. She laughed behind her camera.

“It’s not easy being a drug dealer.”

“Maybe we should help ’em out.” Reheema smiled.

“The car’s a white Neon, same one as the other day.” The women watched with amusement as the men struggled for fifteen minutes, then went back inside the house and came back out with a Back-Saver snow shovel, a blanket, and two cans of beer. “Drug dealers care about their backs, too.”

“Nobody wants back trouble.”

“So the maroon Navigator is Browning’s good car.”

“Yeah. He lends the go-between the four-wheel drive to get down Cater.”

“He has to take the chance, because of the snow. When it clears up, he won’t. He can’t risk the car being spotted.”

Vicki raised the camera and took a picture of one of the dealers shoving a blanket under the car tires and digging them out, while the other slid into the driver’s seat and hit the gas. “Tell you which one I think is Browning, if it is Browning.”

“The driver.”

“Right.” Vicki laughed. “I still can’t tell if it’s Browning for sure.”

“So let’s follow him anyway. We got nothin’ better to do.



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