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Who get killed before they reach Bombay.
- Sympathy For The Devil,
ROLLING STONES
EASTBOUND HIGHWAY 94
AT LEMON AVENUE,
1:48 P.M. PDT
JIMMY HAD THE GTO’S speedometer pegged at 80 mph and an eye turned to the rearview when Owen called.
Owen saying, “Yo, dude, I just picked up Brody, right? Well, I think somebody’s following us.”
Jimmy frowned. “The Greeks?”
“Nope. They look like secret agent guys— got the mirrored sunglasses and everything. Dude, Jimmy, maybe they think we’ve got Ducroix in the van.” There was another voice before Owen said, “Brody wants to know if I’m just being paranoid?”
“Uh, well, unfortunately, maybe not.”
“What do you mean, maybe not— ah, dude, one of them’s talking on a walkie-talkie now. Jeez, Jimmy, dude, I’m a musician, I’m a carpet cleaner, but I am not a secret agent super spy. And Brody’s just doing this for beer money, so these guys need to lay off.” Brody said something in the background and Owen said, “Brody says we should pull over and talk to them.”
Jimmy considered this a moment. What if it were different Greeks? Or, who knew, maybe Viktor’s people? “Don’t do that— we don’t know who these guys are and with the show tonight, the last thing we need’s you two locked up. Or worse.”
“Or worse? Worse than what? Jimmy, what’re they gonna do?”
“Where are you now?”
“North PB. Just coming up on Law Street.”
“All right, look, get someplace with a lot of people because I think if they were cops or even government, they’d’ve already pulled you over. That means a crowded place should protect you long enough for me to get somebody out there.”
“Okay, any suggestions where we should we go?”
“How about Lahaina’s?”
“On a Friday afternoon?” Owen paused. “You know, you’re right, it’d be pretty hard to pull us outta there. You can hardly move to get a beer, let alone snatch somebody.”
Taking the Lake Jennings exit, Jimmy said, “Tell you what. Soon as you get there, give me a call. In the meantime, I’m gonna call Elmond Winkle and let him know the score. Maybe he can send a patrol car to pick you up.”
Elmond picked up the call on the first ring. Entering the Sleepy Time Trailer Park Estates,
Jimmy explained Owen’s situation.
Elmond saying, “All right, let me make a couple calls.”
Hanging up, Jimmy wheeled into a parking space, and warily swept his gaze across the carport . . . Coast looks clear . . . and got out to cautiously approach the trailer— peering under it without getting too close, just enough to spot anything horny and elderly moving around under there— and satisfied all was good, Jimmy unlocked the door. He in the doorway to and heard nothing to indicate the presence of either Doris, government men or angry Greeks.
Jimmy entering the trailer and was again overwhelmed by the smell of fish. Ignoring it, he locked the door behind him, tossed the keys on the tiny dining table and headed for the back of the trailer where he kept the guns.
Jimmy had only taken a couple steps before he caught a blow from behind and everything faded to black.
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