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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 243 of 307 "Oh, you're the dead man who is fucking my wife." "I have not slept with Sariah." "I don't care what you do with her. She's dead too. You should go and get one nice bang off her before I send you to hell." "You want to kill your children's mother?" "Don't worry. They're going where she's going." "Well, bring it then. Bring it now." "Oh no, I'm way too scared of you." Okay. I had surprised him. His plan was to either catch all of us at the car together or follow us back to where we were staying. Thing I knew: he didn't know where Sarah was. We had lost him but only for as long as it took him to find a parking place. The one way streets and the traffic. It was too much for him. He hadn't known what to do and so he had lost,us. Country rube. "Well. I can wait." I hung up. I dialed Steve. "How's the Mexican standoff?" "Has he moved?" I asked. "No. What did you do?" "I called him." "Balls. Did you try to rattle him? Draw him out in the open so you can shoot him down like a dog?" |
