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CHAPTER 13

L EVI REQUIRED A moment to recognize what that

sound was. The car he drove to work — when he could

afford to do so — often made strange noises but this

was different, almost rhythmic. Then his senses kicked

in and he saw the cell phone buzzing on the cracked

leather passenger seat. He pulled into the nearest

parking lot and picked it up. He hit a few random

buttons and heard Jenny’s voice on the other end.

“Hello? Levi?” she said over a bad signal.

“Yeah, Jenny. Hi, I’m here.”

“How’d you know it was me?” she asked.

“Nobody else has the number. Well, Russell’s wife

but that’s… no — I don’t mean like that… I just — it’s

his phone. Russell’s, I mean…”

“That was well spoken, Levi. Love the explanation.”

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“You busting my chops now, what is this?” he said,

smiling to himself. “How’s the kid?”

“She’ll be okay. I think. Doctor said she has a pretty

bad ulcer and gave her some meds. She seems to be

doing better today. At least she’s eating again.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said.

A long moment passed and Jenny asked, “You still

there?”

Levi took his time, debating whether it would be wise

to say something about this, but he couldn’t get it off

his mind. “Um, so listen — I have this thing, it’s like an

opportunity. I might be able to make some money.”

“Oh really? That sounds like a positive turn of

events. Did you tell Russell yet?”

“No, I haven’t actually decided to take the job. It

would involve some travel and… I’m just not sure yet. I

don’t know.”

“Well, okay. Violet is resting up at my place. If you

want to, feel free to drop in and say ‘hello’ during your

break.”

“Thanks, Jenny. I mean, thanks for taking care of

her. I know it’s not easy for you.”

“She’s a good kid. Bit of a klepto but, you know, we

all have our issues.”

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Levi smiled. If the girl weren’t a thief, he probably

never would have met her. He didn’t know if that was

good or bad.

• • •

The day passed without much incident. Levi was so

good at fixing things that he’d almost managed to work

himself out of a job. There were only so many loose

pipes and cracked tiles to replace. He figured maybe

he’d slow his pace the rest of the week, drop in on

Violet every now and then. He was glad to see that

she’d looked healthier when he’d seen her earlier

today.

Levi was greeted by a note when he entered the

apartment. He had been hoping to hear more from

K.S., but this wasn’t exactly what he wanted to read.

Carter Avenue and West Main. Bring the lamp to the

intersection. Don’t leave the apartment until ten minutes

past nine. Faithfully, K.S.

Levi was too nervous to eat much of the red beans

and rice dinner he’d made. The butterflies began

dancing in his belly after three bites. He went to the

fridge, pulled out a four-dollar bottle of Zinfandel and

gulped down a long sip.

“That’ll settle the nerves a bit,” he thought.

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The alcohol warmed his cheeks as well as his

courage. The final thirty minutes of waiting were pretty

excruciating though, so when the clock on his stove

flipped to 9:10pm, Levi grabbed his jacket from the

chair and took off out the door without hesitation. Best

to get this over with quickly.

He knew Carter Avenue was a fairly short drive;

fifteen minutes, tops. A thudding bass echoed from the

engine as the car rumbled through empty side streets.

It was early in the week so the volume of pedestrians

was low. Too bad, he thought — crowds made him feel

safer. But no one was cheering for him this time and

the roar of the crowd had been replaced by the roar of

his poorly tuned engine. Yet, the car kept pushing

forward and so did he. Pushing on into this night of

uncertainty.

His heart began working somewhat harder than

usual as he passed through Cheshire Street, just three

blocks from Carter Avenue.

The sharp sound of crackling gunshots rang out

suddenly. Four of them. Then squealing tires. Levi’s

gaze darted in every direction, checking his rearview.

He saw nothing. At least, not until he reached Carter

and West Main.

The young man was no more than sixteen, skinny

and short, with braided hair. He was face-down near

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the curb, a puddle of blood pooling up through a hole

in the back of his basketball jersey. The gold chains

around his neck were now splattered with crimson.

Levi hit the brakes hard and hopped out of the car,

his grip tight around the utility bag’s strap. Getting

closer to the dead teenager, Levi reached inside the

utility bag. The lamp was already pulsing with light,

apparently arming itself for action.

A vicious jolt shot from the lamp, knocking Levi

sideways and causing him to drop it onto the

pavement. A spray of blinding light shot through the

entire city block and the lamp spun where it had

landed, moving like a violent salad spinner as it

whirled around at impossible speed. The energy being

expelled from the lamp felt tangible against Levi’s body,

pressing into him to such an extent that he once more

thought he might be crushed by the power.

Then the light vanished and all was still.

Only seconds had passed. Levi rubbed his eyes,

desperately trying to find his vision. After at least thirty

seconds, he could make out the outline of a distant

building. Then more and more objects came into view.

The lamp now sat at his feet. It was perfectly cool to

the touch as he fumbled to place it back inside the

utility bag like nothing had happened. Out of sight, out

of mind.

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He stumbled around the street for a moment, dazed.

He felt like he’d just gone twelve rounds with a

heavyweight.

Then he saw the kid. The young teenage kid was

sitting up straight, confused out of his mind. It was

doubtful that he even knew he’d been shot just

moments earlier. He stood up and stared at Levi for a

long time.

Levi could see the fear in his eyes. The boy didn’t

know where he was or if Levi was a mugger or a

bystander.

The young man then took off in a full sprint, running

away from him down a side street, quickly

disappearing into the night. Levi turned around to

where his car had been parked and noticed an elderly

woman with a grocery bag, standing on the sidewalk.

She was frozen in place, her unblinking gaze locked on

Levi.

Levi casually swept his hand through the air. “Lovely

evening out, huh?”

The woman watched him walk back to his car, climb

inside, and drive away. Then she let go of the breath

she’d been holding.

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