I'm almost asleep, but something's bothering me. I get up and walk to the living room. I peer out the front window and stare sleepily at the empty space where Shelby's car should be. Son of a bitch. She's out doing her do-good bullshit. I'm instantly awake and angry. Also hell of worried.

I'm driving to Central Avenue within ten minutes. It's eleven thirty when I hit the section of town known for fulfilling every man's desire if he's willing to pay. These aren't the high-dollar ...