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cooking. That’s forty, fifty thousand dollars, Raiders.”
     
    Raiders looked like he was about to argue when Ramon and Buzzy came running in, yelling, and Ramon was missing half his face.
     
     
     
     
     
    10:18 P.M.
     
     
     
    Jim stared at Dwayne. Jim wasn’t sure how he was going to do this. Or what exactly he was going to do. Should he really do it, go ahead and kill him? Or maybe just kneecap him? Bust his knees open with a bullet. Fucking change his life for him. Ruin his transportation.
     
    “ How much you get for that shit you took off my car, Dwayne? More’n four hundred bucks? Probably less. Pretty pathetic, asshole.”
     
    Dwayne just stared back at him. “You got me confused with somebody, man.” Maybe if he kept saying it, the guy’d buy it. Just keep saying it, make him doubt himself.
     
    “ No. Uh-uh . I was fucked up but I remember you vividly, Dwayne, and Joleen. I found her. See, I figured she wasn’t in on it, so I didn’t shoot her, and she told me you’d be here eventually.”
     
    They were standing in the thick shadows by the dark green bushes, standing amidst dog crap in the balding front yard at an angle where nobody could see them but they could see most everybody. Jim White Guy had picked the spot carefully.
     
    Inside the house. Ramon on his knees clutching his face, blood running down his arm, and twining through the links of the gold chain on his chest. Sobbing.
     
    Samson trying to get a coherent story from him.
     
    “ The bodies in the dumpster what ?”
     
    And then the naked, filthy guys came stinking and stumbling into the piperoom and when Ramon saw them he screamed and scurried away on his hands and knees. Samson thought they were some kind of homeless lunatics until he saw that one of them was dragging his guts behind him on the floor.
     
    Outside, Dwayne saying, “You mixed up, man, you piped up or something, got me mixed up wid somebody. It dark out here, too. Let’s go in the light, over there, you see if it really me. Come on, put your gun in your pocket.” All of this was halfhearted. Dwayne realized he was hoping Jim White Guy would shoot him. Put a hole in the hole.
     
    “ You lying sack of shit,” Jim Diggins said.
     
    Dwayne took a step back, into the streetlight shine. Jim took a step toward him. Aimed the gun.
     
    Then they heard the screaming from the house, and the gunshots. Three seconds of Dwayne and Jim gaping at the house. Another thirty seconds of uncertainty, staring at one another. Dwayne saying, “We better get the fuck—”
     
    That’s when the naked, coughing man with brains on his fingers came staggering out of the darkness by the bushes, coming from the back door.
     
    Coming at them.
     
    Dwayne knew it was brains on the naked man’s fingers, because of the head the dude was carrying under his arm. It was a handsome head with a lot of hair that waved like a jacket fringe as the naked guy moved. A big gouge taken out of the skull. It was Samson’s head.
     
    “ Oh fuck,” Dwayne said. Recognizing Samson’s still-twitching face on the severed head. Seeing that the naked motherfucker lunatic had one nasty, filth-caked hand in the hole in Samson’s head, was scooping out the brains, eating them, using his fingers like a kid eating the frosting left over in a bowl…
     
    Jim and Dwayne stared at the naked guy. A white guy with a bloated stomach and snaggly brown teeth. The naked guy was staring back without blinking, his milky eyes not moving. Standing there, swaying like he might fall over any second.
     
    Jim was making a choking sound down in his throat.
     
    The naked guy dropped Samson’s head. Thump . It rolled a little, in the grass.
     
    The naked dude thrust his head out a little on his neck, like a cat, and sniffed at them. Sniff. Sniff again. Then he made a croaking sound, his mouth exuding a stink that made Dwayne want to puke. He took a step toward Dwayne. Sniffing. Made another sound. A word this