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Trev parked in the alley near O'Casey's. His headbeams lit the black heap of the axeman. He shut them off, killed the engine and stuffed the keys into his jeans. |
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'I'll be as fast as I can.' He grabbed the shotgun and climbed out. The rain came down on him. More of a soft shower than a downpour. |
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Making his way toward the street, he avoided puddles. Though he hadn't checked the bottoms of his feet, he was sure that his earlier walking must've worn holes in the plastic under his shoes. The thick rubber soles of his sneakers should keep his feet dry so long as he didn't step in anything much deeper than half an inch. |
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I keep wandering around in this stuff, he thought, and I'm bound to get wet. |
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At the front of the alley, he checked both ways. A body on the sidewalk to the right, several yards away. At the corner, someone darted by and vanished behind a parked car. But that was a good distance away. Trev didn't think he'd been seen. |
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He turned to the left. The sidewalk ahead looked clear. He walked quickly toward O'Casey's. |
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He knew what he would find in there. He didn't want to see those bodies again. Probably every shop on Third Street had a telephone directory. He could've gone into any one of them to look up Chidi's |
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