her coat as they guarded the suitcases on the sidewalk.   Behind them was an empty overgrown lot of dried weeds, old tires, and garbage.  Uncle Louie lit a cigarette and offered me one.

“I can't lug this shit and smoke at the same time.” I was still carrying the Coleman.

“Amateur.”  He laughed and pointed in the direction as to where the car was parked.

“You know.  Something is up.”

“What do you mean, Kid?”

“The ladies seemed a bit nervous, don't you think?”

“Listen, we've been shot at, snuck in to the City, spent some time with crazy Pumpkin, and now we’re creeping around the streets of the city looking for my car. Yeah, they look a bit nervous. I need to think and plan on how all t...

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