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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 265 of 307 Hubris, Dale Cox. You got over confident. Yes, I was the weaker but you turned out to be the dumber. The Greeks still have much to teach us. I swam down passed him and made my way back up to the darkened end of the dock. Climbing out of the water with a chest full of broken and mostly reinjured limbs was about as easy as swallowing a lightbulb and the passing the shards of glass. The pain was breathtakingly unendurable. When I finally made it out of the water I rolled over on my side and simply lay there wheezing. Tears of pain like I have not cried since I was six escaped the grimacing corners of my eyes. I was soaked and I was alive. That's about all I knew. I staggered to my feet, gripping my torse with all the force I had, as if I could literally hold my own body together with my arms. I was worried that someone might have reported the gunshot and so I got as far away from the docks, as possible. At Lombard, I thought about flagging a taxi. Of course I wasn't too far from the Marina and I was soaking wet. The undulating waters of the bay would loosen Cox sometime and I simply did not want to be involved. A wet man getting into a taxi on the night that another man was killed in fencing in the marina might appear to some clever detective a little bit suspicious. I would walk. I took small streets. I tried to get both of my phones to work but the water scotched that. There was |
