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The door to the bus opened with a whoosh, and Sally wobbled out, all long, gangly, hairy legs and knobby knees, in his red chiffon cocktail dress and four-inch red sequined heels. His hair was Wild
Man of Borneo. His eyes were dilated to the size of quarters.
I had a split second of mind-numbing terror for Sally. And then
I saw that he was two-handing an Uzi.
'Rock and roll,' Sally said.
A bullet zinged past him and bounced off the bus. I dropped flat to the ground, and Sally squeezed off what sounded to me like about seven hundred rounds. When the dust settled there were several bloody bodies writhing in pain on the blacktop. Some had been run over, and some had been shot. Fortunately, I wasn't one of them.
Junkman had been one of those run over, his feet sticking out from under the bus like the Wicked Witch in The Wizard of Oz. The rest of the Slayers had scattered like cockroaches when the light goes on.
'F-F-F-fudge,' Sally said. 'Freaking fucking fudge.'
'Guess you were scared, hunh?'
'Mother freaking fucking fudge,' he said. 'I almost pissed myself.'
I was surprisingly calm. My life had taken on a feature film quality. I was living Die Hard in Trenton. And Bruce Willis was in drag. And I wasn't dead. I wasn't raped. I was almost completely dressed. I was beyond calm. I was euphoric. The anger was gone.
Sirens and lights were flashing in the distance. Lots of headlights. It looked like everything but the Marines were on their way to the playground.
There were a bunch of dropped guns on the blacktop. I kicked them around to make sure all of the guys Sally'd nailed had a gun by him, not within reach, but close enough to believe they'd first drawn on Sally.
Two heads popped out of the bus door. The rest of the band.
'Holy shit,' one guy said. And they both retreated back into the bus and closed the door.
'We were taking a break out back, and I saw them grab you,'
Sally said. 'I couldn't get across the parking lot fast enough to stop them, so I ran and got the bus. By the time I got it started up and out of the lot you were gone, but I got to thinking about this spot.
I drive by here all the time on my route, and the kids talk about it, and how this is where the beatings and killings happen.'
The first car to arrive was a Trenton PD blue-and-white. It slid to a stop behind the bus and Robin Russell got out, gun drawn, eyes wide. 'Holy Toledo,' she said.
'I called everyone I could think of while I was driving,' Sally said.
'Including the fire department.'
No shit. I was going to have a seizure from the flashing lights.
Ranger pulled to a stop behind Russell's blue-and-white, and
Morelli was behind Ranger. Morelli had his portable Kojak light, flashing red, stuck to the roof of his SUV. I knew he had to have flown through town to get here this fast.
Morelli and Ranger hit the ground running. They slowed when they saw Sally and me standing in the middle of the massacre, the
Uzi dangling from Sally's trigger finger.
I smiled at Morelli and Ranger and gave them a small wave.
'My heroes,' I said to Sally. 'Upstaged by a guy in a
red dress and heels.'
'Freakin' humbling,' Sally said.
