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thought she actually saw flashes of light. Looking back, she noticed another taxi weaving in and out of traffic behind them.
    The car gained on them until it was dangerously close to the rear of her taxi. Blue’s driver rolled down his window and began waving rude gestures at the reckless taxi riding closely on his tail. Blue could see Jay in the front passenger seat, directing the driver. Her heart rate increased. There was no getting away. She had to face him or risk him following her all night.
    Blue’s cell phone sprung to life, playing a jazz tune. The LCD lit up the back of the car. The display told her it was Gavin.
    “Gavin!” was all she managed to say.
    “Where are you?” he asked.
    “I’m on Madison and Seventy-something,” she responded, trying to make out the passing street sign. “He’s following us in a taxi.”
    Blue’s driver cursed as he cut through the dark misty calm of the city streets. Sweat spread across his forehead and glistened under the passing lights.
    “Stop the car!” Blue yelled to the driver.
    “Stay in the car!” Gavin yelled through the phone.
    “He’s not going to stop. Someone is going to get hurt.”
    “Please, just stay in the car,” he pleaded.
    Blue pressed the END button on her Blackberry. Then she pulled twenty dollars from her purse and dropped it on the front seat.
    “Let me out here,” she said.
    The taxi jerked to a stop, and the driver snatched the money as Blue swung the door open, grabbed her bags, and jumped out. Blue had barely closed the door when the driver sped away. Seconds later, Jay’s taxi screeched to a hard stop in front of Blue. Jay leapt out of the passenger seat and reached for Blue.
    “I’m sorry, baby. Let’s talk. We need to talk,” Jay babbled.
    It was clear he was still under the influence of his earlier vices. His disjointed sentences and emotional flux frightened her. Blue had never seen this side of him. Jay grabbed her by the arms, forcing her to face him.
    “Let me go, Jay,” she told him, trying to remain calm. “We’re causing a scene.” She looked toward the crowd that began to gather.
    Cars whizzed by blaring their horns, demanding they move from the side of the street. Jay continued to babble as he dragged her toward the sidewalk. His fingers felt like they were wrapped around her bones. His pleas made him appear childlike and desperate. As the crowd grew larger, she searched her mind for a safe way to get out of Jay’s presence.
    “Miss, are you alright?” one gentleman asked.
    “Mind your business!” Jay screamed to the onlookers.
    “Hey, isn’t that the basketball player Jaylin Mack?” another bystander asked to no one in particular when he recognized him.
    Jay turned, bore his eyes into the crowd, and screamed again, “I said mind your own damn business!”
    Another taxi skidded to a halt beside them, and Gavin jumped out. When Jay saw Gavin, he grunted but didn’t release his hold on Blue.
    “Jay, let’s take this off the streets. You’re causing a scene,” Gavin said coolly, while slowly approaching Jay’s side.
    Sirens blared, drowning out Gavin’s negotiation. Two police cars barreled toward them and came to a screeching stop. The officers jumped out, barking orders at the crowd and Jay, who still held Blue in his grip. One cop went as far as to draw his gun and command Jay to release Blue. Without letting go, Jay wiped the tears from his face with his shoulder.
    “Sir, let the lady go,” the officer demanded, approaching closer with his gun still aimed at Jay.
    “You’re going to shoot me?”
    The officer stepped in cautiously.
    “You’re going to shoot me!” Jay repeated in a higher pitch.
    Blue wished she could close her eyes and disappear. The more agitated Jay got, the harder his fingers dug into her arms, his nails breaking her flesh.
    As Jay cursed the officers, two of them closed in on him. One held the gun inches from Jay’s head, while the other struggled to cuff him as he read