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said before launching another kiss. That one missed too.
    It was late, and there was no immediate danger. She was a young woman, and I was the young man who had just saved her life.
     I couldn’t see where a kiss was out of line.
    “I’m too upset to do that, baby,” she said after my third awkward attempt. “Why don’t we try an’ get some sleep. I’ll feel
     better tomorrow.”
    The only vacancy the motel had was furnished with two single beds. I could see that I was destined to sleep alone and so crawled
     under the covers of the one nearest the window.
    “Aren’t you gonna take off your clothes?” she asked.
    “No.”
    “I won’t look.”
    “I wish you would. You might see somethin’ you like. But I’m not taking off my pants until I know that I won’t have to run
     any minute with some killer on my ass.” I wasn’t really afraid, but I had my car key, money, and Fearless Jones’s pistol in
     my pockets. I wanted all of that close at hand.
    She made a little humming sound and then got under her bedclothes. She did take off her dress, but I couldn’t see anything
     because of the blankets.
    “G’night,” she said softly.
    I switched off the lamp on the night table next to my bed, closed my eyes, and concentrated on the sound of the waves. After
     a while my mind began to drift.
    In the reverie my thoughts kept returning to Fearless Jones.
    Fearless Jones. Tall and slender, darker than most Negroes in the American melting pot, he was stronger than tempered steel
     and an army-trained killing machine.
    I learned just how deadly he was one night after a big rainstorm in San Francisco. I was coming down a dark street dancing
     to the jazz I knew I’d be hearing soon. When the cops stopped me, I guess I must have been a little too cocky. They didn’t
     like my attitude and were correcting it with their nightsticks when Fearless showed up to meet me. He jumped in the middle
     of the fracas as if he were still under Bradley fighting the Germans hand to hand. He disarmed both men and beat them to their
     knees.
    He would have let it go at that if one of the cops hadn’t put a knife in his thigh. After that there was no hope. One cop
     fell unconscious, facedown in a pool of water. The other, the one who stabbed Fearless, well, his windpipe busted.
    Fearless still had a small limp from that knife wound. There’s never a day that goes by I don’t wish that I’d taken the beating
     and Fearless had missed the whole thing.
    But for all that he was a killer, Fearless was a good man too. Too good. He was generous beyond his means. This generosity
     often led to trouble that I got pulled into. Loan sharks and wife-beating husbands, con men and shady landlords. Fearless
     broughtme into conflict with every kind of lowlife and thug. And I am not a courageous man.
    Maybe that’s why I had Fearless on my mind instead of the sensuous curves of Elana Love. I was scared, and Fearless was the
     only person I really trusted. I considered going to the police about Leon, but the cops were an iffy bet at best. Maybe somebody
     had reported the shoot-out. Maybe, if they couldn’t find Leon, the cops would decide that I shot at myself. There was no way
     that I could rely on Elana telling them the same story she told me. And if they got me into an interrogation room, I’d confess
     to anything they said.
    No, I couldn’t go to the police. And I wouldn’t go to Fearless either. In the morning I’d take Elana anywhere she wanted to
     go and then I’d go on vacation for a few weeks, maybe down in San Diego. I had enough money for a holiday. And by the time
     I returned, Leon would either be back in jail or on easy street. Either way he wouldn’t be worried about me.
    With that decision made I dozed off, but I didn’t relax. In my dreams someone was chasing me through the main library downtown.
     I ran from room to room with my unknown pursuer close behind. I knew that in one of the books there was written the