He pretended to be studying his perfectly manicured fingernails, but I wasn't fooled. Chris’s business was good. He was too frightened to name it. What's wrong with me? I asked.
The hack who was leading the caravan banged with his fist on the door, and then rang a bell. No, I think I'd just complicated the hell out of the political side of things. I reached out my free hand, and Jason came to me. He stared out the window of the Jeep, as if looking for inspiration in the electric lights, the strip malls, and fast food restaurants.
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