Chapter 26
Later that night, we stood around in the small vacant lot behind Split, by Boone’s minivan. Kenya, Boone’s wife, was already seated in the driver’s seat, impatient to leave. I couldn’t blame her. It was nearing one in the morning. It had been a long night. My feet were killing me and I felt a headache looming. I was exhausted, but high strung. “Get him in this damn van,” Kenya said, leaning out of the window. She laughed, her teeth gleaming in the darkness. “Percy has hockey practice tomorrow morning. Boone has to be up at six A.M.”
“I’m coming. I’m coming.” Boone’s big loud voice echoed across the silent lot. Split was on Rue Saint Nicolas, right near Commune. From our loft’s back window, we could see the river, the ships. It was a beautiful and coveted location. I didn’t mis
