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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 233 of 307 "No. The guy is out of town. We're staying at his place while he's away." "Are you carrying that gun? Is it loaded?" "Yes and yes." "I'm sorry Nephi, but if he comes at you again, no one's going to blame you for defending yourself. Reno police are looking for him but I think we know he's not in Reno anymore." "This sucks, Steve. This really sucks." "It's just a job. Don't forget that." "With this kind of job who needs enemies." "Hey, that's kind of clever. It would be bad if you get killed." "You're telling me." I stood in line at the little burritto place and stared at the menu board hanging from the ceiling. Dale Cox was some kind of Operation Iraqi Freedom vet gone kookoo. The way he rolled in the street and got up and smiled made me think he was the kind of dude who carried a couple feet of piano wire in his pocket just in case. He wasn't the terminator rabbit. He was the terminator and I was the rabbit. Sarah had already told me she liked eating the larger N mammals. No one's perfect. I ordered her a carne asada burrito and grabbed a vegie burrito for myself. Another of the so many excellent things about San Francisco is that everything came in |
