Nightscape Page #2

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This is our, uh,

fourth day travelin'.

Picked me up on the coast.

Calls himself

a journeyman racer.

Used to be famous, I guess.

Or coulda been.

My daddy was into cars.

He probably woulda known.

A wheelman, eh?

I'll just get him settled in,

and then text

with the room number.

...Store Cafe, and three others

were killed

at the Scholls Eatery.

Police describe the scene as

a senseless gun rampage.

Kliers, who ran the

restaurant for about 14 years,

was a well-respected member

of the Scholls...

I ain't sleepin'.

Crazy days, huh?

That waitress...

uglier than homemade sin.

Just now sinkin' in I guess.

Makes you wonder what's

possible in this world.

Funny what you said

about luck.

Not ha-ha funny,

just... strange funny.

Here I thought it was my fault.

How's that?

I'm livin' past my time.

By rights, I shoulda gone in

the accident what took my leg.

You out racin'?

Ah, that's the hang of it.

Happened at a four-way stop

in town.

I was just headed

to the corner grocery, and...

a delivery truck crossed

the median

and smashed me head-on.

Stood on the brakes,

but no odds.

Truck rolled me hard

into a parkin' lot.

'Mazin' you weren't more hurt.

There was a boy there

with his mama,

sittin' in a cart.

He spun around...

I looked him in his eyes.

I tried to turn the car away,

but...

It just kept goin'.

He was three year old.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Wasn't your fault.

I know...

I know.

But it happened...

And the fact that it

happened...

and it happened

to somebody innocent...

thought they were safe.

Today... yesterday...

that's proof death's onto me.

Maybe you won't think

I'm crazy then.

I wouldn't think that.

I ain't told you yet.

Don't hardly matter.

Uh-uh. I ain't someone

to tie to.

I'm tellin' ya,

I got black luck.

I get by alright.

It's everyone else gets the

muddy end of the stick.

It's like that...

story from school.

The one

with the monkey's paw.

I'm a danger to you.

Can't hardly believe that,

pumpkin.

You ain't seein' me for real.

It ain't me what's gotta worry.

For whatever reason,

the devil's on my side.

That's why I gotta go,

If I can't get clear

of my black luck...

I need someone

can take the fallout.

El Buitre...

he's as as I ever come.

Hey, man.

Cops liable to roll around

this hour..

dusk.

Hey, chamo.

You holding?

That depends who's asking,

partner.

This is entrapment.

Just a journeyman racer

who needs a boost.

You lookin' to get amped,

that it?

Hey, cario.

He's not himself, your friend.

What'd you say?

I say it is La Muerta Blanca.

Remember the waitress?

Yeah, well, what's your excuse

treatin' me like crow bait?

I thought to keep your friend

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