Putting that thought immediately from his mind, he took another long drag, ground out the cigarette and headed deliberately for an SUV with dark windows. Opening the door, he hunkered down in the passenger’s seat.
“Feeling better?” the large black man in the seat next to him ask.
“Let’s just go.”
“Fucking drive, Lurch,” he mumbled. Folding his arms, he closed his eyes.
The dark haired man made an angry sound as he yanked on the belt.
“Uncle Sam says safety first.”
“Uncle Sam can bite me.”
“I’ll be sure to share that with him,” his companion said placidly.
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