The sound of the gun firing and the blossom of hot pain along his arm sent Imants into deep shock. He involuntarily staggered, grunting. He was hit! But, how bad? No time to stop and look, of course. Keep running. Hope to get away yet again, and avoid an unthinkable disaster.
Billy was playing to the crowd, the musicians on stage, and especially Suze. He performed on the blues harp with an exuberant skill she found shocking. Their first-time ever sexual consummation, only a few hours previously, fueled a crazy energy between them, linking them in an energy flux that somehow actually surpassed their earlier ecstatic union in the motel.
Art had somehow instantly produced a tiny coke spoon with a small mound of gleaming white crystals and slowly waved it under her nostril. And somehow it seemed completely natural for Suze to hold a forefinger to block her other nostril and sharply inhale the proffered drug. It packed a kick, she realized at once. Stuff was for real.
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