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good thing. But the facts were there, buried in police reports from all over Los Angeles.
    Bottom line: if there was anything to my suspicions, however flimsy they were, then it was even more imperative we find Momo. Both for her safety, and for our case.
    That afternoon I contacted our gang specialist, Sergeant Thomas Paige, and caught him on his way out to a confab with some city people about handling graffiti showing up 54

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    around town. He had about five minutes to spare and I had one question I needed answered above everything else.
    "What about recent activity in the beach area?"
    "Been an uptick all over the county. Assaults are up, a lot more violent muggings and home invasions."
    "All gang related?"
    "Far as I can tell." Paige was a laconic Angeleno who talked like he had a mouthful of nails. "Even a slew of shots-fired calls, nobody injured though. Word is there's talk of some new drug pipeline being set up with cartels and local bangers."
    "Here in town?" Shit, that's all we needed, more drugs flooding the street.
    "Haven't figured that part out yet."
    "Keep me in the loop." I left him to his meeting and went in search of Miguel so we could get on with our own work.
    Miguel and I returned to the beach and spent the rest of the afternoon interviewing everyone we found. A few talked of seeing an old black woman and her dog. But no one knew where they were. We saw the woman with the shopping cart, but she grew agitated again when we questioned her, so I was forced to back off without learning anything new.
    There was no sign of Eastside or Westside bangers hanging around. Too bad, I was itching to get my hands on one of them. Find out just what they were doing hanging around the beach together.
    At five we called it a day. I picked up my Toyota and headed home.
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    This time I cooked; chicken on the barbecue with a variety of cold salads Jason picked up on his way home from school.
    We sat in our cleaned up backyard, now bursting with flowers and bushes—another successful effort on Jason's part who, it turned out, had quite a green thumb. When he had first mentioned wanting to plant a few things in the yard I had indulgently said sure, figuring he meant to throw a few pots of marigolds or daisies out. Instead, he had bought a whole slew of garden equipment, bags of dirt and very smelly fertilizer. Within a month my scruffy backyard had been turned into a colorful oasis that was more of solace than I would have imagined. Or maybe it was sharing it with Jason that made it special. I didn't analyze it too closely. I simply enjoyed being out there with him.
    After we ate, I lay back in the lounger with my feet up on Jason's lap. Idly, he massaged my soles and calves, working his way up my bare thighs, first with his fingers, then his lips.
    He grew more focused, leaving a trail of heat along the inside of my calf, tracing the knobs of my kneecap then nipping the skin above my right knee. I spread my legs, bracing one foot on the patio stones. His mouth was hot; I shivered under his touch. "If I do this..." he nibbled again, then followed it with his lapping tongue. A wave of desire so hard I groaned washed over me. "...I can make you do that."
    My dick pressed painfully against the denim shorts I had changed into after my shower. "And if I do this..." he continued his torturous path up my inner thigh until his lips caressed my swollen balls through the fabric. I sighed and closed my eyes as he worked my fly open. I wound shaking 56

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    fingers through his thick hair. One of the first things Jason had done, even before the garden came, was talk me into replacing the old chain fence that separated my property from the other two houses at the end of my cul-de-sac. Now we had true privacy in our little retreat and it wasn't uncommon for us to take advantage of it. Though even with the fence, there was still that