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shaking her arm.
    “What is it?” She'd been dreaming of Starr. Her heart hurt thinking about her lost friend.
    “We not alone.”
    “What do you mean we're not alone?”
    “I mean what I said. We not alone,” Jamal hissed. “How you not understand that?”
    “Who is it?”
    “I dunno,” he said, holding up the .38 Special so she could see it, moonlight glinting off its snub-nosed barrel in the pitch black. “I ain't planning on finding out neither. Just stay quiet and hopefully they'll move on.”
    Diora wasn't worried as they sat in silence listening to the sound of footsteps dragging around somewhere beneath them. She trusted that Jamal would handle it. He always did. It was what he was good at, the same way she was good at sex. Finally a voice drifted up to them.
    “I know you're up there somewhere,” a man said playfully. “I saw you come in.”
    He was joined by another voice, this one much lower.
    “No sign of him anywhere. We’ve searched the whole place.”
    “Oh I think our friend is still here,” the first man said. “Otherwise we'd have seen him leave. He's just hiding is all. Isn't that right? Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
    The words echoed loudly through the empty building. Diora let out a little gasp of surprise, but Jamal forced his hand over her mouth to stop her.  
    “You see?” the man went on. “He's here, just as I promised you—and he's got company. A little piece of pussy to keep hisself warm at night. Good for you. But you fucked up today. Didn't you? You came into our building and you took things that didn't belong to you, so you fucked up. And now you're gonna pay for it. You and your pretty little bitch. You hear me?”
    Jamal removed his hand from Diora's mouth, giving her a stern look that said in no uncertain terms to keep her fucking mouth shut. Slowly he inched his way to the ledge and peeked over. Diora fought the urge to scream as he brought the pistol up and pointed it down at the strangers who had found their way into their safe place.  
    “You move and I'll blow a hole clean through you,” Jamal said in a clear voice.  
    “There he is,” the man sang out, sounding like he was greeting an old friend. “Now how did you get on up there, boy? You got some kind of ladder?
    “Ain't none of your business,” Jamal assured him. “All you need to worry about is backing out of this place nice and slow, with your hands up so I can see 'em, then forgetting you ever saw me.”
    “You really think that's gonna happen? Wow. You really think we tracked your black ass all the way back here, through a fucking swarm of fucking skin jobs no less, just so we could chicken out at the sight of a shiny toy gun? Fuck me. That's a good one.”
    “You want me blow a hole through your thick skull instead, mutherfucka? I got plenty of ammo for you and all your friends.”
    It was a lie. All they had was the one gun, but their new friends didn't need to know that.
    “You're not gonna do that,” the man said with a short, forced laugh.
    “You sure about that, white boy?”
    “I am.”
    “What makes you so certain?”
    “For starters you're still talking, which means you're hoping to fix things without using your hand cannon. Plus those things make a whole lotta noise, and we left the door wide open when we came in. You start blasting and this place will be filled with corpses real quick. I think it's time we talk about your real options.”
    “We ain't got nothing to talk about,” Jamal spat. “This is your last warning.”
    “I'd like to come up,” the man said. “Considering what you took from me, I think that's the least you can do. Don't you?”
    “You got it all wrong. You move an inch and I'll pop that dome wide open.”
    Diora felt her heart beating wildly in her chest.
    What could he have taken that would have caused them to track him down? What was left in the world that had any value? She didn't know. Nothing came to mind. All she did know was that