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“Storage. I was up there once. It’s like where comic books go to sleep.”
People were gathering in the street, keeping a good distance from the fire. There was a third explosion, and flames shot out the door and ignited the Shelby. The car alarm went off, a fireball rose around the car, and the car exploded. Everyone backed up.
“Dude,” Mooner said.
I felt my cell phone buzz, and I looked at the screen. Ranger.
“Your GPS just went blank,” Ranger said when I answered.
“The car exploded.”
There was a beat of silence. “Rafael won the pool,” Ranger said. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll send someone.”
Two cop cars and a fire truck rolled down Stark. A second fire truck rumbled in. Firemen went to work, and Mooner and I stood for a few minutes, watching the Shelby burn out.
“I’m guessing Uncle Black didn’t make his protection payment on time,” I said to Mooner.
“Comic book people are fearless,” Mooner said.
I saw two Rangeman vehicles stop half a block away. They couldn’t get closer. I waved, and we walked the distance.
Hal was on the sidewalk, waiting with the key to a gleaming new black Ford Escort. “I hope this is okay,” he said. “Ranger said to take one from the fleet.”
“This is perfect. Thank you. Sorry you didn’t win the pool.”
Hal grinned. “I was twelve hours off. I didn’t think the Shelby would last this long.” He opened the door to the Escort for me. “You’re not going to believe this, but I swear a rooster ran across the road right in front of us when we were coming down Stark.”
I blew out a sigh, got into the Escort, and drove to the bonds bus. Lula was doing nail polish repair when I walked in. She was wearing a lemon yellow spandex dress and four-inch black platform heels, and her hair was a big puffball of neon green.
“Is that your real hair?” I asked her.
“No way. This here’s a wig. We had to do surgery on some of my hair since the chicken from hell got into it. Was that another new car you just drove up in? What happened to the Shelby?”
“Exploded.”
“Shit happens,” Lula said.
“That would lead me to believe it didn’t go well with Uncle Black,” Connie said.
“Also exploded,” I told her.
“It was a tragedy,” Mooner said. “They blew up a Creeper comic in primo condition, man. Someone should pay.”
“People will be scared after this,” Connie said. “No one’s going to be talking on Stark Street.”
“What’s all down the front of you?” Lula asked me.
“Chocolate ice cream. Mooner lost his mellow over the Creeper demise, so we stopped for ice cream to calm him down.” I glanced at my shirt. “I needed calming down, too.”
My phone buzzed and my parents’ number popped up. No way was I talking to my mother. She’d ferret the car explosion out of me, and she’d want to talk about Dave, and God help me if she found out about the chickens. I?
?d need more ice cream.
“I’m going home,” I said to Connie. “I need a new shirt.”
