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ice a ten-plus bitch that supplies him with ninety-percent-pure coke. Sit in his face and sport his sucker dick with lots of head. When he wakes up, I’ll bet your million-dollar life against a pile of dog shit he’ll opt for a shakedown to get his medicine bread.”
    He took a sip of juice before he went on. “I’m gonna be out here with you to guide you with him.” He leaned toward her, with his strange green eyes aglitter. “I’ll protect you from harm, Star Baby. If necessary, I’ll chop off his motherfucking head with that hatchet I carry in my ride.”
    Her blue eyes were dreamy with passion as she gazed at him. “Master, I’m not afraid of anything, with you in my corner.” She wiggled the tip of her tongue at him. “I want some candy so much my cunt and throat ache. Let’s go to my motel…someplace. Please!”
    He shook his head and looked at his watch. “My flight back leaves in less than a half-hour. Besides, my dick is fasting.”
    She moaned. “Then sweet-rap me off.”
    He smiled. “All right, you stone-to-the-bone freak. Do your clit.”
    She darted a hand under cover of the tabletop into her crotch. “I’m so wet already,” she exclaimed.
    His hand left the tabletop to pinch her savagely on the side of a buttock. “Feel me drilling into your hot throat with my choice dickhead. Close your eyes and see it, doggy.”
    She closed her eyes and trembled for a long moment. “Ooeee! I can see it, Daddy,” she screamed in a whisper.
    “Now I’m fucking your cunt up to your navel with those circular hard strokes that hurt so good and make you cry. See it, freak!”
    “I see and feel it, Daddy. I’m almost there!”
    He pinched her again. “I’m stroking your tonsils again. See it and feel it. Come!”
    Suddenly her orgasm bucked her body with great spasms of release. A startled waitress passing by paused for a moment. She went about her business when she saw Petra regain composure.
    “Thank you, sweet Master,” Petra said softly.
    “Star Baby, it was a thrill to get you off like that,” he said as he reached into his coat pocket. He brought out a slip of paper and pushed it toward her on the tabletop. “Here’s the twins’ phone number and the address of their two-bedroom house in the Wilshire district. They are waiting for you to move into one of the bedrooms. They will protect the kilos and cash until we all move into the big house. Any questions?”
    She shook her head and put the paper into her purse.
    He stood. “Phone me every night at the usual time…See you again soon.”
    She lifted the satchel to the seat beside her. “I’ll miss you very much until…”
    He said, “By the way, I copped Pee Wee Smith the night you left the Apple. I’m sending her to the Midwest to do her thing.” He turned and limped away on his prop cane.
    —
    Eight days after Shetani visited L.A., Crane cruised Hollywood. He stopped the station wagon at Vine and Sunset at a red light. A new white Eldorado passed in front of him. It was driven by a sleek black dude with a snow blonde cuddled close to him. Crane was certain the stunner was Petra, and the red satin ascot around the dude’s throat screamed pimp.
    Rage claimed him. He bombed the wagon into Vine Street traffic against the red light amid an uproar of noisy horns and strident brakes. He tailed the Caddie down Melrose Avenue. He hoped the driver would turn off the crowded street. He’d pull him over on some pretext and beat up the dude if he gave any lip whatsoever.
    Finally, the driver pulled into a gasoline station on the western end of Melrose. With his palms dripping sweat, Crane pulled into the station. An attendant was pumping gas into the target car.
    Crane eased the wagon abreast of it on the other side of the pumps. The girl wasn’t Petra!
    He was drained, and he felt a panic attack coming on. He drove to a far end of the station’s lot. He parked near a bank of telephones. This time was unlike most of the attacks, when he