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.
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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