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looked like a predatory animal. Chambers picked the leg back up.
    “ Todd!”
    “ Yes, sir!” the remaining man bellowed.
    “ Shit on this stack of money.”
    “ Yes, sir!”
    Todd came out of his stoic stupor to walk over, drop his pants, and squat over the stack of loose bills.
    “ I’ll just take what I want,” Chambers said.
    Myron choked down another certificate and coughed, “Lora!”
    The woman turned to him as though she hadn’t even realized there was anyone else in the room until now.
    “ Run!”
    “ I can’t. The dogs.” She stood there whimpering, looking down at Todd and the stack of money with disgust, bringing her arms instinctively over her chest.
    Was she just hoping the madness would suddenly end?
    Chambers snapped out with the leg and caught her on the side of the head with a meaty thunk . Lora fell to her right, bloody hair sticking to her face. Myron didn’t know if the blood came from her or the leg.
    He couldn’t watch this. He had to do something. He pulled his knees up to his chest and savagely kicked out at Steiner as he reached toward him with another certificate. He planted the kick squarely in Steiner’s chest. He staggered backward, caught himself, and was on Myron in a second, catching him across the face with the hard sole of his shoe. Myron went dizzy with the bolt of pain and the violent swinging of the rope. He wondered what he was suspended from. How easy it would be to break.
    He heard fabric rip and Lora scream.
    The office smelled like shit and vomit and blood. And beneath it all, the smell of old money and endless comfort.
    He swung around, staring out over the city through the busted window and now back into the office. His eyes quickly followed the twisting rope to a vent in the ceiling. Steiner’s shoe met his nose this time. He heard it pop and saw flashes of purple. Heard Lora savagely slapping at Chambers, saying, “No, no, no.” Chambers laughing—lecherous and guttural. Myron threw himself toward the open window.
    “ Crazy fucker’s trying to go out!” Steiner shouted. He sounded terrified or ecstatic.
    Myron thought maybe the vent gave a little bit. He timed his next push for when Steiner came at him with the shoe again. It met him on the ear with a buzzing roar and he threw himself out the window, felt the air kiss his sweaty skin, heard a crumbling and a clanking and started his descent.
    On the way down, he tried to think about nothing at all.
     
    10.
     
    He hit the cement and everything fractured and exploded before it imploded upon itself. He felt twisted up and inside out but surprisingly whole. He opened his eyes to stare up at a black sky streaked with lightning and pissing down rain.
    If you ask the Baron to cause the death of another, you be prepared to pay. But just know—he is the master of death and it’s only he can take you there. So you make sure to pray for him to keep your heart beating and leave him out of that other man’s business. That other man’s for human hands. You and me and everyone else.
    Myron took a breath of the soggy air and felt his heart pound into life.
    How many times would he be able to defy death?
    He stood up, expecting to see a crowd of gawkers.
    He didn’t.
     
    11.
     
    What he saw—what he could see—was much worse. This was the world of his vision. This was the world Mama Hodap had shown him. This was not the world he had left behind. Only maybe it was that world, perverted and decayed.
    This was still Wall Street. The buildings were still there but they were in shambles, crumbling ruins. Every building except for the Chambers Building. If anything, it was even taller than before and now it looked more like a tower than a building. For a moment, Myron thought it was glowing. Several torches were stood up along the side of the road, almost like primitive streetlamps, their flames guttering against the rain. Naked corpses were stacked on the sidewalks to either side of the road. Men, women, children,