I went over there. On the cement sidewalk—a broad, pale path that sparkled in the street light—I saw the stains of that bastard's blood.
I wanted to spit in them.
I had an impulse to look around for a tooth—something to have mounted for a watch charm.
I supposed he'd put them in his pocket to give to his dentist.
I didn't feel so lonely after that.
10
It was about half past nine when I came back to my apartment.
I stripped off my clothes and put in two hours of work.
Then the phone rang.
I was sure it would be Ricky.