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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 252 of 307 objects, obstacles. Things to hide behind and a clearer escape. With my ribs screaming out in pain every time I took a breath, running was going to be a big problem. I needed some place with fewer people and more places to conceal myself. Dale pulled up behind us. I didn't get out and neither did he. "This is the Embarcadero." The driver looked at me, "Eighteen ninety." "I meant The Marina. Sorry. I tossed him two twenties." "It might be more than forty." I tossed him another twenty. "I can cover it, please get going." I hate it when taxi drivers get petty. I know they get ripped off all the time but they start treating everyone like criminals. I had no idea what I was going to do at the marina but I knew it was empty. Klaus and I used to sit out by the wave organ and drink and talk until the sun came up. If I had to shoot this thug that was the best place for it. The taxi pulled out into the flow of traffic. Dale followed us. What did it matter? I could walk him into the dark and turn around and pull the trigger with my good arm. My ribs were all already broken. He had stolen a car to pursue me. There was no |