CHAPTER NINETEEN
Joe
Cotter and Billy had rented a car—not quite as suitable for their needs as a van, but the budget on this job was getting tighter by the moment. They chose a bland gray midsized vehicle—not anything too cop-like, but not too showy either.
As Cotter eased the car into a tight parking spot down the street from Liz’s place, he wondered if a compact car would have been a wiser choice.
But he managed to back into the spot with little fuss, not even bumping the curb. With a satisfied sigh, Cotter said, “Now we wait.”
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