Dope by Gran Sara

Author:Gran, Sara [Gran, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2007-02-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The black Rocket 88 was polished spotless inside and out, but while I was going over the Brooklyn Bridge I noticed something sticking out from under the passenger-side seat. A piece of brown paper. At a red light on Atlantic Avenue I leaned down and pulled it out. What I’d seen was the edge of a brown paper package, tied with string.

Hope it fits was written on the front in black pen.

I opened it up. It was the dress Jim told me about, the one he bought from Mick. I looked at it. It was from Bergdorf’s all right, the real thing. Midnight blue with a tight waist and a full skirt. It would fit just fine.

The car behind me honked. The light had changed, and I got moving. I felt pretty high on myself driving around in a new car like that. I thought maybe if this all panned out and I did get the other thousand I’d buy myself a car. I’d never had one before, not all my own. Of course I wouldn’t get a new car like this, that’d be all the money I made. Something a little older. But still nice. Jim could help me pick it out.

The drive took a little under an hour. I thought I knew the way, but halfway through Brooklyn I had to stop at a gas station and buy a map. I was going to fill up the car, too, but when I saw they were asking twenty-five cents a gallon I figured I’d just give Jim a few pints of blood instead. Finally I found Forty-fifth Street and Fifth Avenue, the Brooklyn versions. Sunset Park in Brooklyn was pretty much like any residential neighborhood in Manhattan, but with more trees. Lots of limestone houses that could be nice if anyone cared and lots of low apartment buildings that never would be. Just like Harry promised, there was a brick apartment building on the corner of Forty-fifth and Fifth. It wasn’t a big place, four stories with probably two apartments on each floor. There were fire escapes on both sides. The entrance was on Forty-fifth. I drove by. A plain glass door and a bank of mailboxes built into the wall. Not much to come home to.

I parked across the street on Forty-fifth, a few yards down from the building, where I had a nice clear view in the rearview mirror. All the curtains were closed. After watching the windows for a few minutes I walked over and checked the mailboxes. Kanstowski, Koen, Dubinski, and a bunch of blanks.

I settled in to watch the building. McFall and Nadine were in there somewhere, and eventually they’d have to come out. Once I was sure they were there I’d call her parents and see what they wanted to do—if they wanted to come see her themselves or call the police or have me try to talk to her. I kept my eyes on the door. No one came in or out of the building.

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