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Becky, but you a straight Becky.”
    The girl wanted to be offended and tried her best, but she couldn’t be. This was one of the world’s most famous rappers. This was her chance. All her friends and Facebook friends would soon know of her encounter. She snuggled closer to him, smelling his Versace cologne and the heavy scent of marijuana. Joey closed the limo door and moved to the back. Becky followed. She kissed him and undid the top button of his Coogi shirt. He kissed her back hard. Joey’s pal Big Brooza made his case from outside the window, firing everyone up.
    Then they heard it. A loud noise, like ten thousand concerts. It wasn’t a gun. No gun sounded that big. It was a bomb or an earthquake. Then they heard a whistling, followed by more explosions. It sounded like fucking Full Metal Jacket . Two wheels of their limo tipped off the ground. Becky screamed. This limo was originally made for a presidential candidate and was perfect for a man who went straight from dealing drugs to selling records. He was as protected as a low-rent dignitary would be, and he needed the protection. He said that from day one. Half of 619 still remembered Pal Joey from when he was a civilian, a crack dealer. He could think of plenty of enemies. Was that what this was about? No, it couldn’t be. This was way bigger than his sins.
    The bulletproof limo sped off, not asking for directions, carrying only Joey and Becky. The driver locked the doors. If that bomb was meant for him, Joey should know better than to look out the window, but he just had to.
    As they pulled out, he turned and cracked the window. He saw bodies. He saw blood. He saw his boy Sarge grabbing what looked like a stump for a leg and screaming like a girl. His best friend, mentor, partner-in-crime Raylon screamed from just outside his window.
    “Please stop for me, please stop for me!”
    Raylon didn’t cry like that. This was bad. Their eyes connected for a moment and the pleading in Raylon’s was unbearable.
    The driver took that decision out of Joey’s hands and sped up. Joey didn’t complain. And that fact made Joey feel like a punk.

 
     
     

     

Seven
     
     
    C aitlin forgot about her aches and pains. She quit trying to reconstruct her night. She now felt this destruction. She rolled these concerns around for weeks and strong suspicions for days. It just still seemed so dumb, though. Not dumb enough that she was still with him but just dumb enough not to call the police.
    What would she have said? I’ve seen the maps that look like they’re planning a military campaign? I hacked into his e-mail and saw messages that said some shit was going down on July 7 even though that shit appeared to be regarding a movie premiere? No, it was way too speculative to talk to anyone else. At least, she convinced herself of that.
    The life had been sucked out of the room. Even Vegas, known for its decadence and its complete lack of connection to the rest of the world, was really composed of people from all over, and, at this moment, they might as well have been at home, looking at the screens and seeing their hometowns in flames.
    The anchors were cutting between multiple locations—New York, Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Missouri. There were reports that something just happened in LA. So far, nothing had happened in Vegas, at least that she could tell.
    Well, if Britt were still here, that would make sense. She saw dozens of cities mentioned in that last e-mail, the one that scared her. If the e-mail was correct, there were more events to come.
    Paolo saw her and seemed surprised. “I thought you left,” he said, looking down at her and sizing her up, somehow simultaneously. “That’s what I told your friend.”
    The unease intensified. “What friend?”
    “The Guido-looking guy.”
    Caitlin glared at him. That didn’t exactly narrow it down in Vegas.
    “You know. Your friend’s boy. I saw you two at Bellagio a couple of weeks ago.”
    Shit, it was Tony, Britt’s