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you’re Boom-Boom, aren’t you?” the black-haired girl says in a barely
audible whisper. I believe she’s Dorothy.
               
I crack a slight smile. “Yes. Sounds like you’ve heard of me.”
               
The blonde girl, Sally, quivers with excitement. “Of course. You and your hot
friend Lance are legends in these parts. I mean, teenage bounty hunters? That’s
so cool!”
               
Dorothy grabs Sally’s wrist and whispers, “Calm down, you’re embarrassing us.”
               
I burst out laughing. It’s my first laugh in weeks. It feels good.
               
Sally’s bright, blue eyes suddenly turn sorrowful. “I’m sorry about what
happened to Lance’s uncle.”
               
My smile fades away. If I had any tears left to shed, I’d surely shed them now.
But I don’t, so I just slump my shoulders.
               
“Yeah, Dagger was a good man. He taught us everything we know.”
               
I shake my head, sending my hair flipping back and forth. The cool breeze
exaggerates the motion. For a brief moment my eyes are covered in a sea of red.
The breeze finally dies down and the red sea falls to low tide.
               
“Enough about me. I’m worried about the two of you.”
               
I gently place my gloved hands on the girls’ shoulders. At first they jump
back. When they realize I’m not about to hit them, they calm down. This is
probably the kindest gesture they’ve ever known.
               
I study the girls’ faces. All the mascara and lipstick in the world can’t hide
their youth, or the bruises around their eyes. My blood begins to boil once
more.
               
The girls’ pimp swaggers over like he’s the hottest thing walking the face of
the Earth. He’s obviously a coward, since he hid during the entire street
fight, but the way he’s strutting his stuff you’d think he took down 100 thugs
bare-handed.
               
“Well lookey what we got here,” he says with his head held high and his chest
all puffed out. He’s dressed in a ridiculous purple suit, a black hat with a
giant red feather, and shiny black shoes. A gleaming gold necklace with the
words Big Daddy hangs from his neck. Sparking rubies and emeralds adorn
each of his sausage-like digits. His outrageous bling contrasts sharply against
the poverty-stricken neighborhood he operates out of. He resembles a deranged
cartoon character.
               
The pimp reaches out and twirls a strand of my hair around his finger.
               
“I could use a redhead,” he says, flashing a golden smile. Literally, when he
smiles all I see is gold. His teeth probably cost as much as my car.
               
I slap the pimp’s hand so hard he stumbles backwards. Anger flashes across his
brown eyes. He forces a smile and intrudes back into my personal space.
               
“Ohhh, I like the feisty ones. They’re hard to break, but I enjoy the
challenge.”
               
I’m about to grab my gun when Sally steps forward and meekly says, “Don’t you
know who this is, Big Daddy? It’s…”
               
Big Daddy smacks Sally… hard . She collapses to the ground, clutching her
cheek. Dorothy kneels down to check on her.
               
“Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to, you stupid whore,” Big Daddy roars.
               
I’m stunned, which is hard to do. The hatred emanating from Big Daddy’s pores
nearly overpowers me, as if I’m inhaling toxic fumes. Big Daddy turns back to me,
his malevolent smile replacing the hideous scowl I saw just seconds before.
               
“Now where were we?”
               
“We were at the part where I bust your balls.”
               
Big Daddy cocks an eyebrow. “Huh?”
               
He doesn’t have time to say anything