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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 254 of 307 Dale pulled in with the Monte Carlo and idled. The meter read thirty three. "Keep the change." I got out and stood in the dim parking lot. The taxi pulled out, leaving me standing in front of Dale and his jacked Monte Carlo. The lot was empty and got progressively darker over where the boats were moored. There was only one entrance to the docks and it was hard to see it from where we were. About the only advantage I had over Cox was that I had been here before and I knew where the nooks and crannies were. And yet running didn't seem to make sense. If he wanted to attack me, why hadn't he already done it? He turned off the Monte Carlo and got out. He was mythical. The lights of the streets behind him made him look like a fair haired Heracles. He was all muscle. I was the wimp with the broken ribs. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the gun. All I needed him to do was attack me and I could pull the trigger; I could do it. Maybe he knew it because he just stood there, looking at me like I was some kind of puzzle that could be figured out. He took a step forward. I pulled the gun and held it on him. He stopped. "I don't want to kill you." I said. "You're not going to kill me." "Why do you say that? I'm the one who has the gun." |