That electric impulse to pump the gas pedal was flying through the nerves of his ankle when he saw the figure skip into the street.
Flick pumped the brakes twice, hard, and smiled as he saw hands on the other side of Coleman Street twirl into the air.
Flick’s Malibu stopped, blanketing the crosswalk, but it stopped.
Cubby Boy’s arms and paunchy torso were …
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