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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 249 of 307 been stressful on you? I knew you could get killed. I don't want that happening to you. I've been worried sick. I watched you shooting those bottles. You can really shoot. I thought this would be no trouble for you." "I can shoot bottles, Steve. Bottles. Not people." I raised a hand when I saw a yellow cab slowing down for the light. It stopped. I eased in, "Lock the doors, please." The driver pushed the button and locked the doors. "Where to?" "Embarcadero." I said. "Embarcadero?" Steve barked in my ear. "What? You're moving. Did you get in a cab?" "I did Steve. So will he. Don't worry." I watched Cox walk into the flow of traffic and stop a Monte Carlo being driven by an old guy in his seventies. Cox opened the driver side door, pulled the old guy out, dropped him on the street, and got in the driver's seat. He started following my cab. "He's moving now. Did he get a cab?" "Not exactly." "What'd he do?" "Let's say he borrowed grampa's car." "Do you see this, Nephi? He won't stop until he gets you. And if you won't take him to Sariah he is going to force you to. He will cut off your fingers one at a time. Do you hear me? He's |