*** II

“Here?” the driver asked. He eyed the street scene dubiously: Narrow, dark and dirty.

“Here,” Taz said.

The driver shrugged, and pulled the limo over.

Taz exited the long car. He started walking back towards the alley that was one of this evening’s pedestrian entrances to the Inn.

The limo accelerated smoothly away, . . . → Read More: Keepsakes – 2