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Phonebooth

           Theyhadleftzigzaggingloopsofburnedrubberforahundredandthirtyfeet.Theylookedateachotherforamomentandthenranbackinthecolddarkness.

           Thebikewascompletelyruined.Onewheelwasgone,andlookingbackoverhisshoulderAlhadseenitlyinginthemiddleoftheroad,halfadozenspokesstickinguplikepianowire.Alhadsaidhesitantly:"Ithinkthat’swhatweranover,Tacky-boy."

           "Thenwhere’sthekid?"

           "Didyouseeakid?"

           Jackfrowned.Ithadallhappenedwithsuchcrazyspeed.Comingaroundthecorner.ThebikeloomingintheJag’sheadlights.Alyellingsomething.Thenthecollisionandthelongskid.

           Theymovedthebiketooneshoulderoftheroad.AlwentbacktotheJagandputonitsfour-wayflashers.Forthenexttwohourstheysearchedthesidesoftheroad,usingapowerfulfour-cellflashlight.Nothing.Althoughitwaslate,severalcarspassedthebeachedJaguarandthetwomenwiththebobbingflashlight.Noneofthemstopped.Jackthoughtlaterthatsomequeerprovidence,bentongivingthembothalastchance,hadkeptthecopsaway,hadkeptanyofthepassersbyfromcallingthem.

           AtquarterpasttwotheyreturnedtotheJag,soberbutqueasy."Iftherewasnobodyridingit,whatwasitdoinginthemiddleoftheroad?"Aldemanded."Itwasn’tparkedontheside;itwasrightinthefuckingmiddle!"

           Jackcouldonlyshakehishead.

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