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point I’m suspicious, but I just don’t know.
    “So what’s up with your car?”
    “Don’t know,” I answer, still flustered. “They had to take it to the station.”
    “So what now?” he asks me, like I’ve got a plan.
    “I’ve got no clue, but I’m stuck here for the night. Guess I’ll eat, then check into the motel down the road. Later on, I’ll call the mechanic. Once the car is fixed, I’m going to the Cape.”
    “Sounds good, mate. I’ll join you. Just let me finish up here.”
    “I don’t know, dude. You’ve caused me enough trouble. I think we should just go our separate ways.”
    His pants still around his ankles, Troyer gets up from the toilet and grabs me by the shoulders. “Are you daft? Haven’t you realized by now that you need me? What I’ve taught you these past few weeks is only just the beginning.” Then, with a look scarier than Robert De Niro in
Cape Fear
, he says, “This is the next phase of your education, Tommy Boy, and I won’t allow you to give up now.”
    I pull away from him, more freaked-out than I’ve ever been in my entire life. This dude is seriously out of control. I don’t even know what to say.
    My eyes still on him, I back up toward the door. Troyer reaches down, pulls up his pants, and follows me outside.
    “Hold on, mate. There’s no place for you to go, so you might as well just follow my lead. I am truly here to help you.”
    I keep walking toward the bar, realizing that challenging him now is just not wise. I mean, I can’t get away from him, so I better not make him mad. This dude is dangerous, and he could easily kill me. “Whatever,” I say, as I open the door to the bar. Troyer doesn’t follow me in.
    Back inside, old Irish is arranging some glasses near the beer pulls.
    “Gimme a burger, fries, and a Heineken.” I say, all friendly and shit, because I know the old guy now. He nods, tosses his rag, and heads off to the kitchen.
    After eating and downing a few brews, I ditch the dump and head off to the motel. Troyer is waiting for me out front. He follows alongside me as I walk down the road. He stays quiet for ten minutes, before he steps in front of me and flashes that toothy smile of his. “You know, mate, we should go back there tonight and check out the Battle of the Bands. I’m betting quite a few horny young ladies will be in attendance.”
    “You’ve got to be kidding me. You really think I want to watch you do your thing again? Then what—you gonna slice up another one?”
    “Not sure, Tommy Boy. I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see.”
    “No way, no how, no chance am I doing that.”
    “We shall see, mate, we shall see.”
    I get the shivers and start sweating. My body can’t seem to make up its mind about being hot or cold, but I’m really starting to shake. Something bad is up with Troyer, and I can’t get away from him.
    We walk in silence for a while, finally reaching this dingy, wood-shingled building fronted by a yellow neon sign that reads, THE WATERSIDE . The place looks like it came right out of some old-time western movie, except the sign just doesn’t fit. A porch runs along the entire front, and three cars are lined up facing the rooms.
    We walk in. The place smells like curry. Troyer quietly says to me, “I’ll handle this.” Then he walks up to this pretty Indian girl sitting behind the counter. He leans in and slides his elbow along the counter, smiling all nice and shit. Fuckin’ Troyer, he never passes up a chance to hit on a babe. Now, I’m not exactly sure what nationality she is—I mean she’s got that medium dark complexion, she’s got jet-black hair, and she’s wearing one of those kerchief things on her head—so I figure she must be from India. But anyway, Troyer doesn’t care. If they’ve got legs that end in a Y, he’s game.
    “Hello, luv,” he says, all Australian. “Would you happen to have a room available for tonight?”
    The girl smiles back at him. “Well, sir, it is