The Blues & Billie Armstrong 65
THE TRUTH AMONG MEN
Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
“Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you!” she said, and jabbed her index finger close to my face with rhythm. I looked up and saw mascara pouring down her cheeks. The metal door buzzed and clunked and swung open, Officer Gonzales filled the doorway.
Valentine did not say another word to me as Gonzales escorted us out of the building.
In the parking lot, she retrieved her purse from my car, pulled out her phone and immediately called a taxi. I waited to make sure her ride showed, then I crawled into The City in the Cadillac along with rush hour traffic and the late afternoon sun.