A young Latin guy with thick shoulders and dull eyes came out when I stopped, as if he had been waiting. "You the magazine guy?" The magazine guy. "That's right. Elvis Cole. I have a ten o'clock with Ms. Morales." "I gotta unlock the gate. See the empty spot where it says Delivery? Park there. You might want to put up the top and lock it." "Think it'll be safe?" That would be me, flashing the ironic smile at their overkill battlestar security. "For sure. They only steal clean cars." That would be him, putting me in my place. He shook his head sadly as I drove past. "I
( Robert Crais )
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