CHAPTER 13: LICENSE & TITLE, PLEASE - cont'd
Jake pulled a pack of Camels from his shirt pocket and headed for the smoking porch. He lit up, walked to the edge and stepped into the alley. The next thing he knew, he was lying on the curb with a blinding headache. Carrie the barmaid had put ice in a towel and held it to his head. Red flashing... Sign in to see full entry.