let the engine idle
Giacomo’s smile was queasy. “You’re probably gonna get pissed but I didsomething.” “What’s that?” “I went over there. To Tori’s apartment. Knocked on all the doors and askedif they remembered Tori, or seen any guy hanging around. What a dump. Mostlyyou got Mexicans living there, I’m gettin’ all these confused looks, no speakyEnglish. You could […]