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pocket of his greasy overalls and fired it up. He was so busy looking at Trenda he didn’t notice the tall, skinny crackhead that stood at the entrance to the junkyard watching them. “Tim, didn’t I tell you to stop hangin’ around here wit’ ya beggin’ ass?”
    The filth-ridden dope addict held up one dirty hand. “C’mon, Griff. I’m just tryin’ to get enough change to get some food, or a job.” He then looked at sexy Trenda. “How ’bout you, sista? Can you help a brotha out?”
    Trenda glared at him. “Hell naw…I ain’t got shit for you.” Griff took a couple steps toward the dope fiend and he quickly walked away. A moment later, Griff turned and looked at Trenda. “You ready to go?”
    â€œYeah…get me the fuck outta here,” she said as she removed the blonde wig from her purse and tossed it inside the Isuzu.

    After arriving at Piper’s apartment, a pair of cops found a semiconscious Piper and called for an ambulance. One of the cops walked into her bedroom as he searched the apartment for clues as to what had happened. He stopped and stared at the TV screen. “Yo, Robbie, come check this out!”
    After entering the bedroom, Robbie’s eyes went to the TV. “Fuck me! Joey, is that officer
Kain
?”
    Joey broke out in a big grin. “Yup, that’s Darius. I bet Captain Kelly would
love
to see this arrogant asshole on film!”
    Robbie returned his grin. “Oh yeah! I
knew
he wasn’t on the up-and-up. Ridin’ around in that new Escalade and always braggin’’bout all the pussy he was gettin’…he got on my fuckin’ nerves.” Robbie then unplugged the camcorder from the TV and packed it up. “Time to take his ass down.”

Five
    T renda had Griff drop her off a mile away from the train station. She then waited until he drove out of sight, then hailed a cab. “Where you goin’ tonight, lady?” the young black cab driver asked, as he gazed at her through the Plexiglas shield between them.
    She pulled the door closed. “Penn Station.” The cabbie’s flirtatious stare annoyed her. “Can you turn around and get goin’? I don’t wanna miss my train.”
    The cabbie sensed her hostility and turned around. “A’ight, we’ll be there in a minute.”
    â€œOh fuck!” she yelled as she went through the contents of her getaway bag. “I forgot the goddamn camcorder!”
    The cabbie looked at her in his rearview mirror. “Somethin’ wrong?”
    She sat back with her hands over her face. She slowly wiped them down her face and shook her head.
Oh well, I guess I ain’t gotta worry about Darius’s punk-ass no more anyway.
    Ten minutes later, at 11:48 p.m., she handed the cabbie a twenty and hurried inside the Amtrak station. She removed her wet baseball cap, beat it against her leg, then put it back on her head. She then hurried to the only open ticket window. “Helloooooo! Where are you traveling to, ma’am?” the spike-haired, thin moustache-wearing, medium-built, Asian man behind the glass asked. His frilly voice, tongue piercing and thumb rings made one question his manhood.
    Confusion filled her face.
Damn, I didn’t think about that; where the hell am I goin’?
She then scanned the red digital schedule board over the ticket counter.
I need the next thing smokin’ outta here.
Her eyes stopped on a train leaving at 12:07 a.m. “Gimme a ticket for that train goin’ to Oakland.”
    The ticket agent quickly typed on his keyboard, then asked, “Round trip?”
    â€œOne way.” Trenda checked her watch as the agent continued to type. “How long is the ride?”
    â€œAbout three days.”
    â€œHow much?”
    â€œIt depends on your accommodations. Would you like a coach seat or roomette?”
    She heard the sound of an approaching train.