Saturday, December 15, 2012

The Long Night

I stood outside the hotel and watched the exit of the bar. I was waiting for her. I lit another cigarette. The rain had stopped. The reflection of the street lamps danced and jumped in the wet street. The air was heavy with the smell of exhaust. I stepped back into the shadows of the doorway. I didn’t want her to spot me and get spooked. It was cold outside and the kind of night that made a man wish for a shot of bourbon and that he was somewhere else. But, I didn’t want to take the chance of missing her. I needed this case. I was broke.

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