He dropped down from the roof an hour or more after watching the Uhaul pull away. That goddamn kid had gotten in the way and now he had some ground to make up. These bastards had a plan all along and he was going to get to the bottom of it. No one does what they did; they turned a town upside down and then just decided blow it all up. He’d always been suspicious of that goddamn chef. Ever since those giant-ass shoes showed up at the side door that cold snowy morning. That was a sign, a warning, a clue, a message…what the hell was this pizza man up to? Who was he really? After all, he had all along claimed his name was “Soto”, and folks bought that, but the birth certificate the Night Man had obtained clearly stated that this guy was no “Soto”. He was and always would be a “Cortez”, it was only a matter of which brother was his father…
And he wasn’t really going anywhere…except maybe up the street.