As a rule, Los Angeles had mild summers, a pocket of perfect weather between the Pacific Ocean and the mountains of the California Coast Range. But on the inland flats where Los Santos stood, a boil of hot air had gathered under a cloudless, shiftless sky. It had stayed there for the past week, shimmering and searing during the day, heavy and suffocating during the night, until the grass shriveled up, the gutters filled with dust and dead pine needles, and the parks that usually swarmed with children were all but deserted.The anger of a good man is not a problem. A good man has too many rules.
Good men don't need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many of them.
Madam Kovarian and the Doctor
The unrelenting heat had left Redención House quiet. It was early evening, despite the white-hot western sky, and Anna was attending some kind of community charity meeting, Tess was at work, and a handful of kids were melting over the family room furniture watching a Dodgers game. Aidan paused in the hallway to the kitchen, wondering whether he should just slip out unnoticed. But he thought better of it.
"Hey, guys," he said, "I'm heading out. I probably won't be back until after dark. Anna should be back in another hour, and Jake's upstairs if you need anything."
Ronnie tilted his head back over the top of the couch. "Sure. Where you headed?"
Aidan indicated vaguely with a tilt of his head. "Just over toward Compton. I've got a buddy who needs me to look at his engine. Could be a while. Enjoy the..."
The Dodgers' relief pitcher watched his fastball sail into the nearly empty right field bleachers, extending the visitors' lead to double digits.
"...game."
Aidan turned back toward the kitchen, snagged a loaded backpack from the floor, and disappeared out the back door to wheel his motorcycle out of the garage.
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