"
After another moment of regarding him, Mandi chuckled and said, "The funny
thing is; talking about Mexican food made me think about it. Now I really do
want some."
With a short sigh and a nod, she said, "Ohhkaay. I'll find you in a little
while," and headed for the Mexican place.
Cade watched her go for a moment, then began walking toward the street. As
he reached the other side of the highway, a blue, late-model car full of people
cruised past, abruptly made a U-turn, and headed back.
It screeched to a stop a few feet from Cade and all the doors opened at once
as six young men of various colors got out and spread out to surround him.
The guy who'd lost his knife to Cade earlier was among them. His forearm was
bound tightly with a sports wrap bandage and he tried not to move it much.
"That's not good enough," said Cade, pointing at the elastic bandaging.
"You'll need a cast."
The injured guy said, "Watch out. He's got a gun."
"Fuck his gun," said the apparent leader of the mob, ambling up to Cade. "He
won't try nothin' 'cuz he know they ain't no way he can take us all."
The guy's left hand remained behind him as he approached.
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