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.
.
.
the
car
on
the
side
of
the
road
,
broken
glass
glittering
like
ice
and
diamonds
in
the
headlights
,
blood
pooling
in
rubies
on
the
road
beside
them
.
Two
bodies
being
carried
from
the
wreck
,
or
laid
neatly
by
the
side
of
the
road
.
"
Well
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Wednesday
.
He
had
finished
his
steak
,
devoured
it
like
a
starving
man
.
Now
he
was
munching
the
french
fries
,
spearing
them
with
his
fork
.
"
You
’
re
right
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
don
’
t
have
a
job
.
"
Shadow
took
a
quarter
from
his
pocket
,
tails
up
.
He
flicked
it
up
in
the
air
,
knocking
it
against
his
finger
as
it
left
his
hand
,
giving
it
a
wobble
as
if
it
were
turning
,
caught
it
,
slapped
it
down
on
the
back
of
his
hand
.
"
Call
,
"
he
said
.
"
Why
?
"
asked
Wednesday
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
work
for
anyone
with
worse
luck
than
me
.
Call
.
"
"
Heads
,
"
said
Mr
.
Wednesday
.
"
Sorry
,
"
said
Shadow
,
without
even
bothering
to
glance
at
the
quarter
.
"
It
was
tails
.
I
rigged
the
toss
.
"
"
Rigged
games
are
the
easiest
ones
to
beat
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
wagging
a
square
finger
at
Shadow
.
"
Take
another
look
at
it
.
"
Shadow
glanced
down
at
it
.
The
head
was
face
up
.
