Nubian Spirit: The African Legacy of the Nile Vallley Page #3

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Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Just give me 10 minutes.

Hell, I don't know why I even bother

to try and talk to you anymore.

Just give me 10 minutes.

Just to clear my head.

Right. Sure.

What's 10 minutes

in a man's life anyway?

Spirit?

Sir.

That cliff I was talking about?

There's no bottom.

Don't jump.

"What are you?"

That's what the woman asked me.

It's a good question.

I wish I had an answer for her.

Am I a crazy man?

Or am I a man at all?

Some nights, like this one...

... when the wind bites deep,

bone deep...

... and even my city

seems to leave me behind, I wonder:

Am I some sort of ghost?

Some sort of Flying Dutchman?

If the wind picked up

hard enough...

... would I just blow away?

I'm not a cop.

Not anymore.

Not even a dead man.

Not even a spirit.

We made it, boss.

Just like you said we would.

You still here?

Of course I'm still here. I'm your trigger.

I blowed holes right through The Spirit.

You're a trigger, Pathos.

Just look at you.

Quick Draw McGraw himself.

I'll be great.

I don't have any bones sticking out.

A couple of splints, I'll be good to go.

Yeah, just hop right over to St. Alice's,

get fixed up all nice and new.

I'll have to explain why

a criminal mastermind like myself...

...doesn't provide his employees

with medical insurance.

That'd be egg on my face, Pathos.

You know I don't like

egg on my face.

- Hadn't thought of that.

- No.

Using your brain?

That, you weren't built for.

Just tell me

where the emergency room is.

I'll tell them I'm one of the homelesses.

They don't make them pay.

Homelesses always get hurt.

Because it's free.

- That'll work!

- So will this.

No egg on my face!

Not a glob!

Not a glob.

Any other case, little buddy.

Any other job.

If it were anyone but her.

Sand.

Sand Saref.

Where's your bike?

You scrape your knee,

or are you scared for a race?

No, I got sick of that stupid bike.

You got sick of losing races to me

is more like it.

Where'd you put it?

I pawned it over at Fellman's.

- I got a few bucks for it.

- Pawned it?

Look there.

I bet those are real diamonds.

You see how they catch the light,

Denny?

Only real ones do that.

What's with you?

Nothing much.

- He's not drinking again, is he?

- No, no, he's not drinking.

What's got you needing money, then?

Just something that I saw

over at the window at Kurtzman's.

Is it a badge, like my dad's?

No, no. It wasn't a badge.

Good, you ain't hardly

earned a badge.

Well, it was something

that I thought that, you know...

...you might like seeing

as how you like shiny things and all.

It opens up too.

You can take it and look at the picture.

If you don't like it, old man Kurtzman

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