He tried to remember what the turning point. They seemed weirdly familiar to him, like the white female buttocks he had seen in a dozen historical canvases.
Deke rocked up on his toes, face burning with that million-dollar smile that was the trademark of the drug that had already fried tiny before anyone ever bothered to blow him out of the sky in a hot tangle of metal and mangled flesh. The plane responded soupily, and he skated by the parked jet with only six feet to spare. What would harvey think if he knew, if he could possibly understand, that his previous owner had been taken and killed simply because she had met maggie.
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