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As Indigo hooked the equipers existed in the neighborhood The house to his ie Victorian if Hollister’s description was accurate, housed some sort of brothel; he was certain of it Men ca, lived there They slept s, they loitered about on the porch until their clientele started to arrive Indigo couldn’t judge because he had a ame of chicken continued between the two of them…and his heart shattered each and every ti he wasn’t

A retired dirty cop lived in the house to the left of hiht for poker and beer drinking Oh, and probably talked about keeping any active-duty officers away froies that peddled on their street and quite possibly all the streets around The ones who lived near Indigo were drug soldiers or corner-workers, so he was certain the head of the snake was nowhere in his shitty neighborhood Having said that, the shit was still all around

The security in his house was top-notch Had to be

Walking Sky-baby—that was a totally different story—the opposite of safety and top-notch security Every time he left his house, he questioned whether he’d return alive To be honest, he didn’t give a fuck Old Indigo would have never allowed the drug shit to go on New Indigo just looked the other way Get it? Looked the other way? Ha ha He was a regular comedian

Not

“Let’s go Sky-baby,” he whispered “Remember, if daddy dies, run for your life Don’t stick around There’s info on your harness that will hook you back up with the training coet a new horowled He wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t rolling her eyes at his draside hi, and could kill a irl, when he’d been injured, they’d sent her to be trained as his service dog She seemed content with her new life, but he doubted it was true Indigo wasn’t

He deactivated the security, unlocked the door, and said, “Forward” Once they were on the back porch, Indigo fu the security then told Sky to take their usual walk Obediently, she led him slowly down the back stairs and made her way around to the front of the house Within seconds, they were on the sidewalk, heading toward the brothel It was early enough that they were stirring about but not late enough for custouys should be passed out because, frooods, just to be certain they were offering a prize product He guessed it would just be poor business if they didn’t Cop guy rarely did anything but sit on his porch and drink beer, unless it was poker night, of course It was going to be as safe as it ever was “Sidewalk, Sky Go right” He wasn’t in the uy this afternoon

They’d only gone about fifteen yards when Sky stopped walking Indigo knehy There was a fight happening on the sidewalk Well, not actually a fight—ies usually left the brothel alone Not tonight Just his luck

“Go around, Sky,” he ordered, ignoring the altercation as best he could, which was pretty daood since he was blind and all Ha! He cracked himself up

“Yeah, blind boy, go on around” A oes on in this neighborhood any of your damn business Hell, if we didn’t already have a house of pussies living next to you, ouldn’t have even let you move your sorry ass in”

“Good one,” IndigoHis old teah their asses off if they could see him now

“Who the hell are you calling a pussy? You coh to know the damn difference, Leonard! Can’t you tell a pussy from my asshole?”

That reed to Hollister, and his coh if coait and tightened his hold on Sky’s harness He had a feeling good ole Leonard ht not have wanted the crowd to know about his visitations The shit was about to hit—just what Indigo needed

“What the hell did heyou’re a fag?”