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street she remembers the dream and they begin playing together.
They travel the world together and become the world’s most famous musicians.”
    “That’s such a wonderful story! I
can hear their music even as we speak.” Chelsea smiled so happily at Jack, that
he couldn’t help feeling proud of his contribution to the story. She had this
way of making him feel loved just by looking at him.
    Jack looked up and saw a man whose
face looked like a puddle of swirled paint walking angrily across the park
straight towards them. Concern fell over Jack’s face as he looked to his
sister.
    “And who is that man,” he asked?
    Chelsea turned to face him. She
was wearing a different dress suddenly, long-sleeved and black, and there were
tears streaming down her face. Jack felt swallowed by a paralyzing sadness.
    It was then that Margot’s phone
call woke Jack from his dream. For a moment he was disoriented and continued to
feel that same aching he’d carried with him since childhood. When he answered
the phone he heard a voice strained with worry on the other end as it quickly
rattled off a plea for help. He heard the name, “Margot” and came back to
himself. He couldn’t possibly forget Margot as quickly as all that. He had,
after all, been considering her for the last week, ever since reading her
arrest sheet.
    She told him to meet her at The
Early Byrd and hung up. He got up from bed quickly, with an athleticism that
seemed almost cat-like. The bed sheet fell away from him, revealing his
muscular body to the cold moonlight. He walked on bare feet across the room to
the chair in the corner that had his suit from the day before draped over the
arm. He got dressed efficiently, grabbing his wallet and keys from the table near
the door on his way out. He could tell by the tone of Margot’s voice that he
needed to hurry. He was anxious to get to the cafe so he decided to take his
car, even though he was only ten blocks away.
    When he arrived Margot hadn’t
arrived yet, so he grabbed a booth in the back corner and ordered a coffee from
the plump waitress that seated him. When it got there he put in a bit of
creamer and sugar and began stirring the cup with his spoon, watching as the
blackness turned to light suede brown.
    He thought back to seeing her at
the bar. Before she’d noticed him, he’d noticed her. But then she was the hard
to miss kind. He felt anxious about seeing her again, partly because he didn’t
know what was going to happen with Pop or what kind of danger she may be in.
But there was more to it. He was anxious because he thought she was beautiful,
and because he found her alluring.
    His response to her excited him,
and surprised him. He’d never expected to find her so pleasantly disquieting.
At least not for the reasons he did. He could already sense that she was unlike
anyone he’d met in this city, with its bottomless wealth of lost people.
    When Jack looked up from his
coffee, he saw Margot opening the door to the cafe. His heart pounded a little
more fiercely in his chest. She looked hot and disheveled. She was bending down
to put her shoes on. Her hair had fallen down in chunks, she was covered in a
thin veil of sweat, and her chest rose and fell heavily as she caught her
breath. She walked towards the booth he was seated in. He rose to meet her.
    “Thank you for meeting me” Margot
said, then she waved the waitress over and asked for a glass of water. She was
grateful to see Detective Malone sitting there. Despite her disdain for cops in
general, she’d already silently committed to trusting this one a little. She
remembered that his concern for her had seemed genuine, and she was pinning
everything on her hope that it was.
    “What’s happened,” asked Jack?
    “You were right, I heard the whole
thing. Pop did kill those girls, and he told his man Lenny to kill another one.
He told Lenny to kill a particular detective, too, if he continues to get in
the way. I can only assume he was talking