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“What were you thinking?” the angry voice demanded.
“Rand?” I opened my eyes.
“Answer me!”
“Stop yelling,” I muttered. My head felt tight. As if it was stretching from the inside. “Where am I?”
“At my place. What were you doing in that part of town? Do you have any common sense in that tiny head of yours?”
Fragments of the night were coming back to me. Spooner wanted the necklace. A scuffle. Then he pushed me into the lights.
“Did you run me over?” I asked Rand who looked at me as if he wanted to toss the truck into reverse and have another go at me.
“You dove into the middle of the road.”
“I was pushed.”
“You dented my truck with your big head.”
“You said I have a tiny head.”
“You’re paying for damages.”
“Put it on my tab.” At this rate, I’d be working for free for the nex
