“You know, Johnny,” I said. “It seems like maybe you should find a way to reconcile with that girlfriend of yours. Especially after three murders now. You shouldn’t be sleeping on the street. Period.”
“But she’s crazy. And you’re watching out for me.”
“It occurred to me last night that I’m not going to be able to do a good job of investigating while trying to keep track of you at the same time.” Besides it was killing my back. “Maybe you just need to put up with a little craziness for a few days. Better than getting killed.”
“You haven’t lived with her.”
“Still. My point remains. To catch this guy, I need to be on the move more. Do it for the others on the street who might be killed if we don’t get this asshole.”
He stared out the window blowing on his coffee.
“I suppose I could take one for the team.”
I dropped him off at their housing project.
“Thanks for breakfast,” he said. “You’re a righteous dude, Bags. Like Ferris Buehler.”
“You’re welcome, Johnny. I’ll be around downtown this afternoon and check in on you. Keep your eyes open.”
“I will.”
He trudged up the sidewalk to his apartment like a death row prisoner to the electric chair.
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