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up. I looked at my cell phone. It was 2:00 p.m.
    I got up and my back was still killing me. Not that I expected the pain to go away magically, but, damn, it seemed even worse. I walked over to the bathroom and took the longest shower of my life. While the water blasted me, I took the bandage from my wrist and washed the wound, too. As I washed it, I took a good look at it. It was truly one of the most bizarre injuries I’d ever had. There were two perfect teeth marks on my wrist. Wyatt really feasted on my arm. What the hell would possess a guy to do that?
    I got out of the shower and was drying off when I heard a squawk at the window. It was Daphne, my little red hawk friend. She was peeking through the window.
    “Hey, girl. You like what you see?” I did a little dance for her.
    Daphne squawked. I laughed. Apparently she liked my jig.
    I went into my bedroom and looked at my cell phone. I had a missed a call. I didn’t recognize the number. It was local, so I calld it back.
    “Hello.” A girl’s voice. A cute girl’s, too, if I was any judge.
    “I got a call from this number—”
    “Josiah? It’s Lena.”
    “Oh, hello. What’s going on?”
    “I got your number from Johnny Wade.” Johnny Wade was an old partying buddy of mine that apparently Lena knew as well.
    “No problem. What’s going on?”
    “I need to talk to somebody and...I don’t know...after last night I thought I could talk to you.”
    “I was about to head down to the gym, but I guess I can talk.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yeah, no problem. I had a pretty good workout last night.”
    “The fight or the time you spent with Yari in the woods?”
    “Ha ha, very funny.”
    “Can we talk in person?”
    “Sure, do you want me to pick you up?”
    “That would be great. I’ll text you my address.”
    “Cool, I’ll be there in a half hour.”
    I got off the phone and sat on my bed in my towel. I looked at myself in the mirror. Tommy was right I had a hickey the size of New Jersey on my neck. Too bad it was from a guy .
    I got dressed and headed over to pick up Lena. I drove to the more ghetto part of San Bernardino. Her address led me to a trailer park. I pulled into the community and Lena was right at the front. She was wearing a black tank top with short black skirt. I stopped my truck. She jumped into the passenger side.
    “Hey,” she said.
    “Hey, there.”
    I did a u-turn and pulled onto the main highway. I glanced over at Lena. Her eyes were looking straight ahead.
    “So what’s up?” I asked.
    “Are you hungry?” she asked.
    “I’m actually starving.”
    “We can go to this mom and pop burger joint on the corner. We can talk inside.”
    “You sure? We’re not going to get shot or anything?”
    “It’s not that bad out here. People out here are meth-heads not gangbangers.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind when a meth-head slits my throat for some cash.”
    “Trust me, it’ll be okay. I’ll protect you.”
    “ You protect me?” I laughed.
    “What’s so funny about that?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a hundred pounds dripping wet.”
    “I can kick some serious ass if I have to.”
    I glanced at Lena’s petite body. “I bet.”
    “Pull over in there.” Lena pointed to a little diner on the corner. It had a sign out front that read “Burgers and Tacos.”
    “Classy,” I said, pulling my truck into the driveway.
    “Don’t be mean.”
    “So what kind of food do they serve here?” I asked. “I just hate when the name of a place gives you little idea what to expect.”
    “I think they serve a little of everything. You might want to stay away from their roast lamb, though.”
    I laughed and glanced at Lena. Our eyes met and I didn’t say anything.
    “What?” she asked.
    “Nothing,” I said. “Or, well, I just think you should smile more often.”
    “If you were as funny as you think you are, then maybe I would.”
    “That so, huh? I didn’t realize Goth girls liked to laugh.”
    “Goth