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“What? Who is that?”

“Your car, Mr Shts on”

The er from his jacket pocket, screwed on the suppressor Then he took out a tan-colored plastic bag, the kind you get at the superun

Smith swore Then the toilet flushed and Sray hair was mussed, white powder rination

“You’re sure it’s my car?” he said “My ill kill me if I’m not back in my seat for the finale”

“I’m really sorry to do this to your wife and child Noelle played beautifully”

Smith looked puzzled — then he knew He dropped the vial of coke, and his hand dove under his jacket Too late

The un, pulled the trigger, and shot Chaz Smith twice between the eyes

Two

A LONG SECOND bloomed like a white flower in the blue-tiled room

Smith stared at his killer, his blue eyes wide open, two bullet holes in his forehead weeping blood, a look of disbelief frozen on his face He was still on his feet, but his heart had stopped

Chaz Smith was dead and he knew it

The shooter stared back at Smith, then reached out a hand and pushed hi onto the seat, his head knocking once against the wall