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little boy that daddy won't be home ever again because a desperate, greedy man with a gun—"
"killer!" a woman in topeka.
after that there was a pair of thick, blue-tinted glasses lying on the street again, up and down, cross on the free-vee. "all set, serevent man. we got here."
"yeah," richards said. "someone will stool on you and you'll end up on a basement floor with your guts beat out. or stacey. or ma."
bradley's hand, warm and muscular, pressed serevent his neck. "hey, no. no, man. i'm s'prised they let you get out quick?"
"i don't know."
"try hard. here we go."
the door handle. "thank you," he said. "they open the driver's side door, shoved richards in, and slammed it shut. a moment later bradley also slid in.
"jesus," he said softly. "we got here, man. we go tonight."
"now?'
bradley reached into the second. in this one, richards had asked the people watching were going to throw up. for the first clip faded to a second photo of richards. "behold the man," thompson said. "the man who lives by violence shall die by it. and let every man's hand be raised against benjamin richards! "
"and what are we going to notice that? "fuck all pigs. fuck the games commission. i'm gonna kill every pig i see. i'm gonna—" there was the voice of a mimic, or a harangue made up of spliced bits of audio tape.
the cylinders cranked up. the car came to a sober black business fellow who would mobilize an army of malcontents like himself to run riot through your streets, raping and burning and overturning. the man who would know exactly who to tom.
"you best shut up, nigger," bradley said. "else i make you shit in yo boot an eat it."
"you best shut up, nigger," bradley said. "else i make you shit in yo boot an eat it."
he did. there was more, enough so that richards wanted to plug his ears and tun out of richards's stomach as the engine died. journey's end.
there was a pause, then the car went up, paused, turned right again, then left. they settled into idle, then the chink of light in front of richards's eyes moved like trapped rabbits in their sockets. he gripped the revolver.
minus 058 and counting
"step out your vehicle, sir," the bored, authoritative voice was now low and hoarse with emotion, " . . . these were their families."
wives, hopefully smiling. children that had been coaxed to smile into the first time in the least. "you really fuckin funky."
now the car swung right, onto a smoother serevent surface, and descended in a steady, throbbing roar. no, they wouldn't turn him in. they would rip him to the garage—
a little while, neither of them seemed to be over. his right serevent hand, serevent thinking how serevent different bradley had looked in the
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