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awkwardly and closed her eyes, appearing to be in silent prayer.
    “Hell!” Grant growled and started toward Maddy.
    At the touch of his hand on her arm, Maddy opened her eyes in wonder.  “C’mon,” he snapped, almost angrily, guiding her toward a gift shop on the opposite side of the restaurant.
    Moments later, the shorter of the two Blank Men swept in through the front entrance.
    “Table for one?” Thalia asked him.
    The man in the black raincoat ignored her and scanned the restaurant.
    Maddy followed at Grant’s heels through the gift shop to a door leading them to the self-serve gas pumps.  She spotted the Blank Man walking across the restaurant and ducked her head slightly.  “They’re inside, Grant,” she hissed urgently.
    Grant grabbed her hand and hauled her outside without looking back.
    A familiar white Toyota pulled to a stop just in front of them.  Rudy rolled his window down and glared at Grant.
    “He’s coming,” Maddy called.
    Grant took one look back over his shoulder and ran toward the car.  Pulling the back door of the Toyota open, he pushed Maddy roughly inside and clambered in after her.
    “What do I look like?  A limo service?” Rudy barked.
    “I suggest you drive away,” Grant offered.
    “Not her, Frederickson!”
    Through the gift shop, the Blank Man trotted toward them.
    “Here he comes!” Maddy said anxiously.
    Rudy hit the gas just as the man in the black rain coat rushed outside, narrowly missing the car.  Noting all the cars parked at the pumps, the man drew his hand out of his coat.
    “Where’s my gun?” Rudy wanted to know.
    “We tossed it in a dumpster,” Grant said.  “Would you like directions?”
    When Rudy reached the corner of the building, a man leapt out of nowhere in front of the car.  He stood on the brakes, narrowly missing the homeless man in an Argentinean leather jacket.
    The bearded homeless man snarled at Rudy, lifting his arm in a one finger salute, before slowly ambling out of the way.
    Rudy watched him with open mouth.  “Is that my… jacket?”
    Grant glanced at Maddy with an off-kilter smile.
    A squeal came from behind as a black sedan came to a stop just long enough for the Blank Man to hop inside.
    Rudy accelerated.  “Who the hell are these guys?”
    He slid into a right hand turn.  The sedan followed at the same speed.
    “Will someone start talking to me?” Rudy yelled.
    Muffled hip hop music came from inside Maddy's bag.
    “Is that my phone?”
    “No, we just happen to have the same taste in ring tones,” Maddy replied, unzipping her bag.
    “Give me the phone,” Rudy demanded.
    Maddy held the phone out to Rudy, who snatched it up and held it to his ear.
    “What?  Who the hell is this?” he shouted, then paused to listen.  “Oh, is that right?  How the fuck did you get my number?”  His eyes glanced up through the rear view mirror and he flipped the phone down to the seat. “Feds?”
    Neither Maddy nor Grant answered.
    “Who the hell did you piss off, Frederickson?”
    Grant glanced over his shoulder.  The black sedan was a single car length behind them.
    “Maybe this is about the half mil that I borrowed,” Grant muttered with a straight face.
    “Half mil?  That’s a joke, right?” Rudy snapped.  “Hey, somebody better start talking to me here.”
    “Why don’t you hand me the phone so I can ask your boss what he thinks we should do?” Grant countered, glancing over at Maddy, who seemed to be in a world all her own.
    Flashing a look through his side mirror, Rudy braked slightly then twisted the wheel hard to one side.  The Toyota went into a controlled spin, until it faced the sedan, then accelerated past it in the opposite direction.
    Rudy looked up in the rear-view, allowing himself a smirk.
    Grant looked over his shoulder again.
    The sedan promptly followed suit, sliding around and continuing the chase.
    The smile evaporated from Rudy's face.
    Rudy’s face went blank.  “These aren’t civil