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head.
    “Sounds like you
a friendless muthafucka tonight,” Mac said, calling that one over his shoulder.
    Spencer looked
at him.  He tossed the phone back to the prick and said, “Catch.”  Mac caught
it just in time, and put it in his pocket.  “Know where I can get a good night’s
sleep around here?  I got no ID, so I need that to be not an issue.”
    “I feel ya,
playboy,” he said.  “Up the street three blocks.  Take a right on Filmore. 
Second stoplight, make a right.  You be Motel Quickin’ like a muthafucka.”
    “Motel Quick? 
That’s the place’s name?”
    “Ya heard me.”
    Spencer nodded
and turned away.  But before he walked out the door, he said, “Get a new
jersey.”
    “Huh?  Why?”
    “You support
illegal dog fighters?”
    “You like eatin’
dead cows?”
    Spencer looked
down at the burger in his hand.  “Touché.  You may not make a great burger, Mac,
but you make one hell of an argument.”
    Mac tapped a
finger to the side of his head.  “I’m all wise an’ shit.”
    “I see that
now.  Sayonara, Obi-Wan,” he said, pulling his hood over his head.  On his way
out, Spencer lifted his Dr. Pepper from the counter and raised it in mock
salute.
    “Yo, I’m Yoda,
playa,” he said, popping open a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.  “Obi-Wan’s a
whiny-ass lil’ bitch.”
    Spencer stepped
out into the night and gave a quick nod to the four fellows hanging out outside
Dodson’s.  He glanced up the street, saw that the two black boys outside of the
car title pawn shop Strike Gold were still there.  However, the El Camino and
the Expedition were gone now.  He checked his watch, and marked the time.
    As he approached
the driver’s side of his stolen Toyota, a pair of stray cats darted out from
underneath it.  He watched them cross the lonely street, then opened the door. 
He paused again when he glanced down the street, and saw the two black girls
returning.  By now he’d come to realize his earlier paranoia had been
unfounded.  The girl was just curious, that’s all.  Her parents hadn’t taught
her that it was rude to stare. 
    Spencer heard
some shouting behind him.  He turned and saw a black man and a black woman
walking on the sidewalk across the street.  The woman was hollering
inarticulate threats while she walked ahead of the man.  A lover’s quarrel, one
the man seemed to hardly care about as he was busy texting someone on his
phone.
    Spencer hopped
inside the truck and cranked it up.  He looked out at the four black guys still
leaning against the glass windows of Dodson’s Store, and raised his Dr. Pepper
to them.  “A salute to your future schemes and depredations,” Spencer Pelletier
said.  He took a sip.
    And then several
things seemed to happen at once.  Tires screeched.  Someone screamed.  Then
someone else screamed.  The four black guys leaning against Dodson’s Store
bolted like their lives were on the line.  There was some more shouting.  “Get
her!  Get that one!  Don’t let her fuckin’ get away!”  Someone else screamed,
“Run, Shannon!  Ruuuuuuuuuuuuun !”
    Spencer threw
his Dr. Pepper into the floorboard and put his truck into drive, then looked in
his rearview mirror just long enough to see that it wasn’t the cops, and the
attack wasn’t meant for him.
     
     
     
    They were almost
there.  Dodson’s blinking sign had just come within view, those few letters
switching on and off indecisively.  Kaley slowed down a bit when she saw the
white man exit the front of the store.  He had his burger in one hand and his
soda in the other.  He had pulled his hood up over his head, and was glancing
right and left, combing the street like he was expecting someone.  His eyes
darted all around at all times, though Kaley somehow didn’t believe he knew he
was doing it.  He notices things with those kind eyes, things others don’t .  He marks things .
    She pulled
lightly back on Shannon’s hand, a sisterly communication