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"Cuba was part of the beautiful people I wasn’t"
–Dovey
"DON’T GRIND THE gears," he rerin Cuba loved his car and so killed him "I kno to drive a stick And I’ve driven it before Re into es that tu hi the curves of his tattoo…
I slapped that ot behind the wheel and even though I’d had a crappy day, I swooned Because it was a freaking Porsche A 911 Carrera Turbo with a seven-speed manual transmission, bucket sport seats, black leather interior, a sla silver alloy wheels with the Porsche crest
It was sex-on-wheels And I’d be a liar if I didn’t adot in it
I settled into the soft leather "Ahtened his lips "Yep"
"Huh"
"You know,hiht sued "But I loved working with him and those kids"
"Oh," I said, a bit surprised at his talkativeness It seee and surreal for us to be on easy terms, but I ith it We were in a small car for the next forty-five minutes "So your ride means a lot to you?"
"Yeah," he said "That and a few other things" And then I felt hi at eous with his yellow eyes and broad shoulders And, he was right there,my palms sweat Plus, the last time I’d been in this car, we’d made love Oh, wait, correction: we’d fucked
We headed out of the stop-and-go-traffic of Highland Park and got to the open road The Silver Bullet--as I liked to call her--ate up the interstate, getting closer and closer to Ratcliffe
A few rey Mercedes had been tailing us since we’d left, and I hadn’t missed that it had made every turn I had I sped up and so did they
I squirmed a little in my seat The only people who drove expensive ihborhood I doubted anyone in Cuba’s life would follow us, which led ht be Barinsky’sif they’d been in Highland Park looking for ain, relived when I saw that the car had fallen back a few lengths It was probably just a coincidence
A few minutes later, I took the raine h Cuba’s eyes Masked by darkness, ht, but there was nothe hookers on the corners or the hons frohts of the liquor store to the blinking yellow sign above the Chinese diner