Dead and Gone (A Thriller) Page 24
It was a gorgeous night to be in California. Maybe I would relocate and buy a spread in Malibu. Date a model and drive a convertible. Play golf and get a tan. I was tired of New York. At least that’s what I told myself.
I stepped to the curb and flagged down a taxi. It pulled up next to me and I opened the door. Then I changed my mind.
“In or out, pal?” the driver asked.
“Change of plans,” I said. “It’s a great night. I think I’ll walk.”
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