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crash to speed up his exit.
    “You figuring things out, Trevor?”
    He did most of the talking since he sat his saggy ass down in my Astro and I was pretty damn certain I never told him my name.
    “How’d you know my name?” I asked, really hoping he’d tell me I had told him (which I was pretty sure I hadn’t) or he read it on some piece of paper that was stuck in the cup holder.
    “Come on, Trevor,” he said, moving his face even closer to mine. “You think I don’t know about you, what you do and who you do it to? Trevor, Trevor, Trevor. You and I have some agreements to iron out.”
    He kept moving closer to me. By the time his last “Trevor” came out, I could feel his hot breath against my cheek. I know this is going to sound made up, but though I couldn’t smell his breath, it felt like what you’d expect the stink from a rotting dog would feel like against your skin: Hot, acidic and foul.
    I don’t mind telling you, I was pretty nervous. Not sure why my grandmother’s words came slamming back to my mind but, there they were. I said, “Why don’t I just pull over here and let you out. I don’t think I’m comfortable driving you anymore.”
    “You think you can get rid of me that easy? Wait a minute. You don’t know, do you?”
    “Don’t know what?” I fired back. I was getting pissed at him and stopped caring about being a nice Christian. I wanted the fucker out and was going to find a way, no matter what it took.
    “Why, you little cocksucker,” he said. “That explains a whole hell of a lot. You don’t know yet.”
    I hit the brakes hard, sending his face slamming against the power dial of the radio. His head hit pretty hard, hard enough to knock his hat off his head along with his toupee. I wasn’t worried I might have killed him but knew a knock to the head like the one I just caused him could cause some serious damage. I’m not a violent guy, at least I wasn’t back then, so by the time I got control of the car and pulled it over to the side of the road, I wasn’t as scared as I was nervous about his head being busted up.
    “Hey look,” I said after the Astro van was in park, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I think we’d both be better off if you just get out here. I’ll call a tow for you so you won’t have to stay outside in the cold too long.”
    He got back to smiling, but, this time, he wasn’t smiling at me. He held that twisted smile as he reached up on the dashboard, grabbed his toupee and hat, placed them back where they belonged, then opened the door.
    “You aren’t worth the risk, Trevor. Not yet, anyway. You ain’t the only one in this world you know, so don’t go thinking you’re special. You’ll figure it out soon enough, unless I can figure it out first. But like I said, we have some arrangements to work out, so I’ll be paying you a visit sometime soon.”
    He got out without saying another word. He just shut the door and started walking back towards his broken down truck. I watched him from the sideview mirror but he disappeared into the darkness after only a few seconds. I put the van into drive, put my blinker on and headed back towards home.
    I will admit to being very shaken from the whole encounter. I believe I drove for fifteen minutes before pulling over and walking around outside, partially to clear my head, but mainly so the frigid air would stop the burning sensation on the side of my face where his dragon breath had been cooking my skin.  
    After I gathered my wits, I got back in the warm van and finished the drive to my apartment. I finally got home, then sat in the van for maybe fifteen minutes trying to calm down. When I opened the door and the dome light came on, I noticed it. I saw it on the passenger’s seat. His seat.

CHAPTER THREE

    It wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen a thousand times before. In fact, when I was younger, I used to have a collection of about five hundred of them. It was a pale colored feather, about five inches