"Why do you think I came out nike heelscarrying? If the assholes were human, they'd be neighbors. They're fucking animals. Couple of months ago they poisoned my Rottweiler. Tossed in meat laced with antifreeze, the damn dog got kidney failure and started shitting green. Since the summer we've had three drive-bys. All those shitty apartments crammed with low life. Fucking wetbacks, cholos, gangbangers— I'm not prejudiced, hired plenty of them in my day, for the most part they worked their asses off. But that scum, over there?" His lower jaw shot out and beard hairs bris-tied. "I'm living jordan heels in a war zone—this used to be a decent neighborhood." The shotgun was in reach. Milo got to it first, emptied the weapon, pocketed the shells. Teague laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not blowing anyone's head off. Yet." He stared at me again, looked puzzled, turned away. "Yet," said Milo. "That's not too nike high heels comforting, sir." "It's not my goddamn job to comfort you." Teague stopped, placed his hands on his hips, spit into the dirt, resumed walking. The shorts rode lower, and strands of white pubic hair curled above his waistline. I remembered the way he'd dressed to showcase his body. "Your job is to find the low-life motherfucker who killed my daughter and bust Red Bottom Shoeshis fuckin' ass." "Agreed," said Milo. "Any suggestions in that regard?" Teague halted again. "What're you getting at?" "Any specific low-life motherfucker in nike high heelsmind?" "Nah," said Teague. "I'm just talking logic. . . . How'd they—What did they do to her?" "She was shot, sir." "Bastards. . . . Nah, I can't tell you a damn thing. Lauren never told me a damn thing." Wolfish grin. "See, we didn't relate. She thought I was a piece of nike heelsshit and told me so whenever she had the opportunity." We reached the house. The door was still open. Reaching in, Teague switched on a light. A bare bulb hung from the raw fir ceiling of a twelve -by-twelve living room paneled in rough knotty pine. Red linoleum floors, faded hooked rug, brown-and-black-plaid sofa, coffee table hosting a Budweiser six-pack and five empties. A green tweed La-Z-Boy faced a big-screen TV. Illegal cable nike heelsconverter on top. Very little space to walk. Two openings along the rear wall, one leading to a cramped kitchen, the other exposing a chunky corridor with two doors to the right. The smell of must and lager and salted nuts, but no clutter. The carpet was old but clean, the linoleum rubbed dull. Different tax bracket. Teague said, "You can sit if you want, I'm staying on my feet." Standing next to the recliner, he folded his arms across his chest. The scar tissue over his eye was the color of Nike High Heelscheap margarine. A hairline scar ran from the corner of the socket down to his jaw. The right eye was filmy. Not inert, but lazier than its mate. Milo and I remained standing. Teague looked us over, tilting his head so his left eye caught a full view of my face. "Do I know you?" "Alex Delaware. Lauren was my nike heelspatient—" "The shrink!" His jaw shoveled. "Oh, fuck—what are you doing here?" Milo said, "Dr. Delaware's a police consultant. In the case of your—" One of the hallway doors opened and a woman's jordan heelsvoice called out, "Lyle, everything okay?" "Go back inside," Teague barked. The door shut quietly. "Consultant? What the hell does that mean? You're saying you know something about Lauren? She's been seeing you again?" "No," I said. "Lauren went missing and your ex-wife called nike high heelsme because she'd heard I had police contacts—" "Police contacts." Teague grabbed the bottom of his beard, twisted, let go. To Milo: "What Mthis bullshit?" "Just what the doctor said. Now, I'd like heelsto ask you—" "Missing?" said Teague. "For how long?" "Several days." "From where?" "Her apartment." "Where's that? She never told Jordan Heels me where she was bunking down." "Hauser Street, in L.A." "She used to live all over," said Teague. "The streets. After she ran away. She got wild—which any idiot could see coming." "Where on the streets, sir?" "Hell if I know. Jane used to call me up to go looking for Nike Heels her, I could never find her. Hauser . . . That where it happened?" "She was found on the Westside," said Milo. "Back of a furniture store on Sepulveda. Someone shot her and left her body in an alley." Spitting out the details matter-of-fact, watching Teague's reaction. Teague said, "West L.A. We used to live there, over Nike High Heelsnear Rancho Park." He began to draw himself up. Gave up and slumped. "This is shit. My life can't be this fucked up." The door opened again, and the hallway light went on. A woman stepped out wearing a long blue Dodgers T-shirt and nothing else. Seeing us, she threw a protective hand over her belly, ducked back inside, reappeared seconds later wearing acid-washed jeans under the same shirt."Lyle? Something the

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