Book3:WereMyDreamIs

so,hetookagunoutofhispocketandpoiatDavid’sforehead.Infearanddesperation,Davidcriedout,

    “Dimitri!Dimitri!Helpme…Dimitri!Dimitri!Help...”

    “What,youdaretomakeachmeshootyhtnow!”Justashewasabouttopullthetrigger,ashortmanwithanarrowforeheadandpointedheadwalkedoutoftheshadows.Hiseyeswerelikethoseofamouse,dartingaroundfurtively,advertisithatthiswasamanharbeviliionsandfullofwickedideas.Hecaughttheman’sarmandsaid,

    “Notsofast,boss.Listen,Ihavesomethingimportanttotellyoufirst.”

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    “WhattheFK!”gruhemanimpatiently.“Scram!’tyouseeI’mbusy?”Theshuypulledhimovertothesideandasked,

    “EverheardofadudecalledDimitriJa,boss?”

    “No.Whoishe?Neverheardofhim.Mustbeanobody.”

    “Nowayb