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Lisa? Lou wanted Maureen, not Lisa. Then he remembered. Last night. That Chidi bastard. Lisa might tell on them. They really ought to kill her. |
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But she wasn't like Maureen. She wasn't tall and slim and beautiful. She was short and her tits were too big. |
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'I want N'reen,' he said. |
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'Tough shit. You should've thought of that before you let her get away. Now let's move it!' He kick-started his Harley. Its engine thundered. |
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Doug clamped his butcher knife between his teeth as if he were a pirate. Then he mounted up. |
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Lou stepped to his bike. He swung a leg over it, and lowered his rump against the warm puddle gathered on its seat. |
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He wished he could stay behind. Maybe he could find Maureen. |
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But he didn't want to be left alone. |
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There might be others around like that horrible man in the alley. |
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Besides, Maureen might be far away by now. Better Lisa than nobody, even if she was kind of a pig. |
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She's babysitting, Lou reminded himself. Won't be alone. There'll be a kid, maybe a couple of them. Maybe girls. |
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He pushed the fork under his belt so it pressed against his side like a saber, then fished out his keys. |
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