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good hard slap on the back.
    â€œWell, I would love to help you, Doc, but my transmission is slipping, and I need to get it looked at.”
    â€œThat’s funny, because you offered to take me on a ride around the island yesterday,” Adele says.
    Adele and I have put Sammy in the corner with nowhere to hide.
    â€œOkay, I’ll drop you guys off, but I have to be honest. My brakes are going out, so please forgive me if I don’t come to a complete stop before I let you guys out.”
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    The flight went as smooth as it did the first time around. Even though this is not the first flight I made with Donny, it still feels like it’s my first flight with Victory on board.
    She marveled at the sight of the islands. I wish I had time to take Victory to the different islands so that she can enjoy and marvel at their splendor up close, and I could enjoy and marvel at her.
    When we land, Donny escorts Victory off the plane, and then waits for me to walk off.
    â€œThat’s a special girl you have, Doc,” Donny says.
    I watch as Victory scans the airport with a smile and a look of curiosity. Special doesn’t begin to describe her.
    â€œYou don’t have to tell me. I already know.”
    â€œLet’s get you cleared through customs and send you guys on your way.”
    No sooner than we clear customs do I hear a honk, and from the distance I see Cameron waving us down.
    â€œWho’s that?” Victory asks.
    â€œA maniac that almost got me killed. We’ll catch a cab.”
    â€œHe acts like he knows you.”
    â€œHe acts like he knows everybody. That’s his whole get down.”
    Victory takes me by the hands and tries to calm me down. “Listen, I want to spend time with you, but I know that you have some business to take care of first. But if this person can get us there, then let’s give him a second chance. Besides, where do you see a cabdriver like this in the States?”
    You don’t see cabdrivers like Cameron in the States, and that’s for good reason. I cringe at the thought of Cameron being in New York or New Jersey or California where the drivers are known for being aggressive. He would cause accidents left and right.
    â€œHey, fam, good to see you,” Cameron says.
    I wish I could say the same thing. “Good to see you as well,” I lie.
    â€œWhere you headed? Cameron will get you there in no time.”
    Victory looks at me, and I wave off any notion she has of asking why Cameron refers to himself in third person. We hop in the cab and, like before, Cameron guns his bike and takes off. Only difference is, instead of screams, I hear Victory’s laughter. I would’ve thought that we are on a roller coaster.
    â€œHold on, fam!” Cameron yells as he makes a steep turn down the hill. I feel like we’re going to crash, but Cameron maintains just enough control to keep us from crashing . . . just like before. I realize that Cameron didn’t take my advice to choose another profession, and it’s useless at this point.
    Yesterday when I arrived at this hotel, it, at least, had a small police presence. Today, it’s a ghost town. Nice to see that the long held theory that not too many people would shed a tear over a dead preacher holds true.
    â€œBeautiful. Is this where Pastor Cole stayed?” Victory asks.
    â€œYes, this is where he stayed and had his conference every year.”
    â€œSo sad, but he couldn’t have picked a better place to host the conference.”
    We walk up to the front entrance. The two doormen open the doors for us like we are royalty. I enter in the hotel, and unlike the outside, the inside is pretty busy, which means the conference is in full swing.
    â€œI tell you what, why don’t you go have a daiquiri at the bar, and I’ll catch up with you in a little bit.” I release my grip, but Victory still holds my hand.
    â€œHurry back, okay?”
    For a moment