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• “Watch this guy,” said Jimmy. “It’s his game to lose. He’s waiting for her. The other one is outside. A double up. Quick and clean.” #
• That man looks nervous as a whore in church,” said Gus. “Look at Jolene out there. She’s calm as hell. You think she knows?” #
• “See what happens when she comes in,” said Jimmy. “Just have your gun ready to join the concert. Go ahead and move over toward the corner.” #
• “You setting up an angle?” said Gus. “They got their cross fire working better than both of us being in here.” He knew this could get ugly. #
• Jimmy surveyed the room: truckers, plumbers, construction guys, a family next to the window, a blue-collar business meeting near the door. #
• “We got to spread out some,” said Jimmy. “Get some separation between us so we ain't sitting here like a grouped target. That's too easy.” #
• “And the odds of him getting us is?” Gus chewed on his straw and looked between the cars and trucks carefully. “I don’t see him out there.” #
• “May not be a him,” said Jimmy. “Could be a her. And the odds of them getting us?” He paused. “None at all if we pull it off right.” #
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• “And how do you know this?" said Gus as he got up from the booth and looked toward the corner. "You been in a situation like this before?" #
• “I have,” said Jimmy. His eyes squinted into slits. His brain was evaluating equations. His hands were cold steady. #
• “They have cafes like this in Nam?” said Gus with a grunt. He did not like the layout of the place. He did not share Jimmy’s optimism. #
• “I just like to play the odds now and then to make sure there still are odds," said Jimmy. "I live inside a series of careful calculations.” #
• “And people die outside your equations,” said Gus. His heartbeat made his ears hurt. “I feel thickness in the air. Pressure, like a storm.” #
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• The man at the door of the café rubbed the top of his head with his palm and leaned from side to side impatiently. Jolene did not move. #
• “He’s watching us. You in particular,” said Jimmy. “He aint’ stupid. But he ain’t smart either. Just dumb enough to be dangerous.” #
• “He ain’t looking at us,” said Gus. “He don’t even know who we are. He’s watching Jolene out there. It’s coming down. I smell it.” #
• “That’s blood,” said Jimmy. “You can smell it even before it starts pouring out of people. I’ve smelled my share.” Jimmy planted his feet. #
• A woman in the next booth stopped talking and started sliding under the table. She pulled her child under with her. A fork hit the floor. #
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• The door opened. Jolene stayed in the parking lot. Another couple came in. It shielded her move. Confusion stirred at the cash register. #
• “That man has a gun!” yelled a woman, pointing at the sockless man. People jumped and dropped and did what people do when caught and scared. #
• Jolene was behind the man before he saw her. She held her 9 mm under his ribs. “You won't be collecting that contract money today.” #
• He instinctively reached for his gun. Jimmy leaped from the booth. The man stopped his hand as Jolene's trigger finger tightened. #
• “It’s all good,” said Jimmy calmly. “I’m a police officer.” He held up a badge. It was Gus’s old badge from Alabama. “Settle down ma’am.” #
• He walked straight to the sockless man. “We got it under control,” He looked at Jolene. Her eyes were wide. Gus was already raising his .45. #
• “Let these folks eat,” said Jimmy. He pulled the man’s .45 from under his coat and nodded to the cashier. “Call the police." #
• The manager had already called 911. Jimmy pressed the man past Jolene. “Get the car.” He whispered. “We’ll handle this down the road.” #
• Gus saw the short man out the window first. He knew they would not get the opportunity to handle this anywhere but here. #
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• Door glass splintered the entrance. Gus ducked. Jolene rolled out and slammed against the bumper of a truck, her gun raised and searching. #
• Another bullet caromed off a metal pole beside the bent awning. Jimmy held the sockless man straight, shoving him into the parking lot. #
• One side of the man’s head vaporized from the third shot – the right side. This told Jimmy the shooter’s location. He dropped the body. #
• Two gray sneakers slid behind a Buick in the position of a crouching shooter. Jimmy yelled for Gus to stay low. Jolene watched Jimmy’s eyes. #
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We recently had to install a new door on the back of our house. We didn’t choose to do this without duress. It was a necessity. The old Pella fell off. It literally dislodged itself from the wall as if it did not want to be part of the house anymore. During the ugly process, it became something that resembled a door but did not act like one.

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• “See that fellow by the door, third from left, black coat, gun riding under the waist? He’s watching Jolene too,” said Jimmy. Gus turned. #
• Jimmy sipped his coffee and clicked his .45's safety. The aroma of the brew filled his face. “He sees something different than we do." #
• “He sees a meal ticket," said Gus. "She’s on the meat list down here. Hope he knows what he's dealing with." Gus flipped his safety as well. #
• “My money’s on Jolene,” said Jimmy. “I hope this old boy has his life insurance paid up.” He scratched his unshaven neck. #
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• Jolene stopped outside the door and watched a car pass. She studied the door and the road. “You think he’s going to try it?” asked Gus. #
• “What y’all want today?” said the waitress. “Got good meatloaf. The fried chicken is nearly famous around here. Chocolate cake is bonified.” #
• Gus and Jimmy considered their options. Nearly famous chicken was tough to turn down. #
• Inside the man waited and Jolene waited outside, sizing up the situation. “I’ll have the chicken, mashed potatoes, greens," said Gus. #
• “How about you?” she said looking at Jimmy. “You look like a meatloaf man to me. Mac and cheese might do you right too.” #
• “Yeah, give me that. And some light bread. No butter,” said Jimmy. She scribbled and walked away. Jimmy adjusted his view of the door. #
• Utensils clattered against plates and the choppy sound of voices in conversation hummed in a dull wave interrupted by a laugh now and then. #
• Jimmy knew it was going to be a situation to deal with. He just did not know how it would play out. Gus focused on the man in the coat. #
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• “Is that one of Ritko’s men? A fed? Special agent?” asked Gus. “He looks official. Like he took a test to earn a badge.” #
• “No. Look at his shoes. No FBI type goes sockless like that,” said Jimmy. “He’s a freelancer. He’s working for a vig on Jolene.” #
• “How much is riding on her?” said Gus, not surprised. “She’s bountied up to the limit by now. Maybe $50 grand. 75 tops.” #
• Jimmy cut his eyes over toward Gus. “She should be at Shewl’s. She ain’t. She’s here. He knows it. It's coming down here in a minute.” #
• “We can’t let her walk into it,” said Gus. “He’s got to have somebody working with him. He ain’t alone. Somebody’s in here or out there.” #
• Nothing unusual happened in the parking lot. The man in the coat looked nervous. Jolene seemed lost in thought, looking into the distance. #
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I just left Mama J’s, a soul food restaurant in Richmond, Virginia’s Jackson Ward neighborhood. If you are from the South, this mall, family-run business lays down a product that will compete with anything your mom or grandmother or grandfather has ever cooked. And I don’t care if your mom is Paula Deen or your daddy is Justin Wilson. This is seriously awesome Deep South cooking.

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• Ritko had been trained to become invisible. Thousands of government dollars went into educating him on the skill of vanishing. #
• Going off the grid is not an easy thing. There must be a body. There must be a dead end. I.D.s, service weapon, badge, everything. #
• Fire was good; hard to run a trace on charcoal. CSI was sophisticated, but not like on TV. Cooked bones and a badge would work down here. #
• Ritko made sure everything that could I.D. him was in the wreck. The men who died, like so many others, deserved it. Perhaps Ritko as well. #
• He was no longer Mikal Ritko. He was no one when he hot wired the farmer’s truck next to the carport and drove to the end of the highway. #
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• Ritko’s life had been a geometric equation of people, events and evidence. He worked the calculations until he found his result. Not now. #
• The ordeal before him was blood and loose ends. For the first time in his life, after all of the violent things he had done, he was afraid. #
• He was not afraid of dying. He expected that. Felt it was overdue. He was afraid of failing. Dying was easy. Failing was unacceptable. #
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• Ritko owed Jimmy Gantt. Jimmy had saved his life once – by not killing him when he had the change. Ironic mercy is enough sometimes. #
• So he owed the man for that one. More importantly, Jimmy had given Ritko the inside track on cases that made his career in the service. #
• Ritko came from a poor family. His parents spoke no English. Ritko’s job from childhood on was to succeed. He had done his job – and more. #
• He had done the worst jobs available because the odds of glory and promotion were quicker. Of course, the odds of failure were inherent. #
• Ritko did not fail often. And when he did, he was good enough to cover it up. Now he was covering up his entire life by going off the grid. #
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• “No one expects a dead person to do anything,” Jimmy had told him years ago. “So dead people can do everything.” #
• Ritko was officially dead as society measures life. He was neatly cinched up, freed of the daily mendacity that defines human existence. #
• For the first time in years, he felt alive. The trees were greener. The leaves had textures he had never noticed. Water tasted better. #
• He enjoyed breathing. He had never noticed it before. His lungs felt sweet with each intake. The smell of freedom made him smile. #
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• Chapter 21 #
• Interstates and cities are separated by more guardrails and on and off ramps that carve life into two different worlds: here and there. #
• The highway is anonymous, living off gasoline, metal, rubber and halogen bulbs. Once you leave the city, you become a 65 mph license plate. #
• Gas stations and cheap hotels crowded the cloverleaf. Jolene drove up to the cafe in a sedan with Texas plates. She parked in the back. #
• Gus did not see her. Jimmy did. He saw every expected motion and every evasive move. Jolene was always evasive. It was her expected pattern. #
• “Jolene just drove up the back, working her way around here. She probably saw my truck,” said Jimmy. “Looks like she’s been healing.” #
• “She’ll never heal,” said Gus. “She’s meant to be in pain on this earth. So are those around her. She’s like you. Y’all are the same.” #
• The smell of burnt coffee blurred with burnt bacon, burnt toast and burnt cigarettes. The waitress was scorched red from sunburn as well. #
• “I guess if you want it well-done, we’ve come to the right place,” said Gus attempting to lighten his somber mood. Jimmy did not bite. #
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Our backyard lies in the shade in winter. Snow is still two feet deep back there. The slow melt of day freezes into a hockey rink every night. Icicles the size of Darth Vader’s light saber flow off the eaves of the house like crystal daggers. Some are 5 feet long. Fifteen feet of steps leading to the cold ground are coated in 4-inches of polished ice.

Rudy, our Jack Russell, has had to become the Bodie Miller of dogs just to make it down. It takes practice and talent to navigate the frozen treachery, even on four legs. Rudy has mastered 4/5ths of it.

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• Gus took a deep breath. “Why are you spending time with me? To torture me? To beat me down and humiliate me? What is it?” #
• “I love you,” said Jimmy before he could think about his response. “You and Jolene are all I have left. I won’t lose either of you.” # (more…)

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• Jimmy drove. West was always a good direction. East was the Atlantic, and worse, thought Jimmy, Georgia. He had never liked Georgia. #
• The space between him and Gus seemed wider than measurement could account for. Gus shook his head and pounded the dash with his fist. # (more…)

We all have to be something. Aries, Tarus, Winnebago. I am a Sagittarius. I have never put even a remote amount of faith into such things. I’ve always figured our fortune was guided or blunted by our own actions, not the stars. In the last year, however, I have started regularly reading my horoscope in the local paper. (more…)

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• The sky cleared into a blue like the paint on a Porsche. Gus and Jimmy were in an interstate gas station when Gus’ cell rang. #
• Jimmy payed the bill. Gus sat in the truck glaring through red-rimmed eyes. A tear dripped from his chin. His fists were squeezed white. #
• “What?” said Jimmy. He shut the door and looked into Gus' face. “Tears ain't your gig, son. You hurting again? Or worse?” #
• “They found Bren,” he said, words catching in his throat. He swallowed hard. “I shouldn't have come with you. I should've looked for her.” #
• “She dead?” said Jimmy. His voice was level like a man who had seen a life’s worth of death, and given his share. Gus said nothing. #
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If you have ever had the unpleasant duty to bury a loved one, you know the gig. The somber funeral home representative has a respectful talk with the family about the deceased, who will do their hair and what will they wear to the hereafter. I have had this talk many times. Then comes the conversation about any burial insurance policies and money (have $5,000 to $10,000 handy) – which leads to vaults and caskets.

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• Rain was so hard the windshield wipers could not keep up with it. Jolene turned on the radio. After a few minutes, she turned it off. #
• Her headlights raked the guardrails over Des Ourses Swamp as she drove east on I-10. Her ears rang from the previous shots. #
• Like her grandfather, Jimmy, she appreciated the sound of wheels on pavement. It meant she was moving. Her mind was already there. #
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