after agents dworkin and khayyam left with eddie 1, charles ashley picked his phone up off the table and tapped on it.
a picture came up on it of eddie 1 getting into the back seat of the sedan and agent dworkin shutting the rear door of the sedan on him and getting into the front seat herself.
the picture closed in on eddie’s head and then on the contents of his brain.
charles put the phone back down on the table, with the scan of eddie’s brain running.
we will give them thirty minutes.
thirty minutes, eddie 2 repeated.
where were we? joey asked.
charles was telling a story, eddie 2 said.
i was? charles asked. what was it about?
i can’t remember, eddie 2 admitted.
neither can i, joey said. why don’t you start a new one?
why don’t you start a new one? charles asked.
i told the last one before this.
all right, i guess it is my turn, eddie 2 said.
go for it, charles told him.
eddie 2 took a small deck of playing cards out of his shirt pocket. he quickly shuffled it and put three cards face up on the table.
the seven of spades.
the three of diamonds.
and the six of hearts.
i don’t like the looks of this, eddie 2 said.
we only have twenty-seven minutes left, charles told him. just do it.
all right, here goes.
a textile salesman named al, and a corporste h r person named carol , are waiting for a bus outside a flower shop owned by a woman named fatima.
it starts to rain.
we better get inside, al says to carol.
but just then -
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