Hard Candy

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DRIVING HOME, Max was full of warrior's fire. Full of himself. He grabbed my wrist, tapped the face of my watch, shrugged his shoulders. Sneered. "Anytime," he was saying. Anytime we wanted. Max would cancel the undertaker's ticket.

Too many boxes inside too many boxes. If Max could roll up on Wesley in the dark, I wasn't the only burnt-out case on the set.

I dropped Max off and headed back uptown.