Chapter 77. Gregorian on the Run

GREGORIAN

I got out of the car, grabbing the purse and was about to run into the bushes below, and thought what a bad idea that was. I was making dumb decisions; I might get caught. Bright beams lit my back, and my shadow was before me. I held my breath, afraid to look up, but I did. A Ford F-150 was about fifteen feet away from me.

He probably thought I was a basket case. "You kinda cute," he said, putting his hand on my leg and I pushed it off.

"I don't know you," I said, trying to talk like a girl and did a good job at it, surprised even me. I guess I slept with enough rich women to know their verbal decorum.

"I like that. Hard to get." He looked me over once more, with a sly smile on his face. It was then I noticed the few open, empty Budweiser beer cans on the floor, and a lit j**nt in the ash tray. He took it and pulled on it. The light turned green and he made a left onto 216th, heading east.

"Wanna hit this?"

Shit, anything to take my mind