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There
were
people
sitting
beside
him
,
but
he
could
not
turn
to
look
at
them
.
The
fat
young
man
at
the
other
end
of
the
stretch
limo
took
a
can
of
diet
Coke
from
the
cocktail
bar
and
popped
it
open
.
He
wore
a
long
black
coat
,
made
of
some
silky
material
,
and
he
appeared
barely
out
of
his
teens
:
a
spattering
of
acne
glistened
on
one
cheek
.
He
smiled
when
he
saw
that
Shadow
was
awake
.
"
Hello
,
Shadow
,
"
he
said
.
"
Don
’
t
f
*
*
k
with
me
.
"
"
Okay
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
won
’
t
.
Can
you
drop
me
off
at
the
Motel
America
,
up
by
the
interstate
?
"
"
Hit
him
,
"
said
the
young
man
to
the
person
on
Shadow
’
s
left
.
A
punch
was
delivered
to
Shadow
’
s
solar
plexus
,
knocking
the
breath
from
him
,
doubling
him
over
.
He
straightened
up
,
slowly
.
"
I
said
don
’
t
f
*
*
k
with
me
.
That
was
f
*
*
king
with
me
.
Keep
your
answers
short
and
to
the
point
or
I
’
ll
f
*
*
king
kill
you
.
Or
maybe
I
won
’
t
kill
you
.
Maybe
I
’
ll
have
the
children
break
every
bone
in
your
f
*
*
king
body
.
There
are
two
hundred
and
six
of
them
.
So
don
’
t
f
*
*
k
with
me
.
"
"
Got
it
,
"
said
Shadow
.
The
ceiling
lights
in
the
limo
changed
color
from
violet
to
blue
,
then
to
green
and
to
yellow
.
"
You
’
re
working
for
Wednesday
,
"
said
the
young
man
.
