Book3:WereMyDreamIs

stasgoodandiseveerthanIam,”

    “Really?therebesuchaperson?Whoishe?Iseehim?”

    “Sure,butheisamonknowandhavenothingtodowithawoman.”

    JustthenRichardarriveddriviaxi.Thetwoofthemquicklygotinandtheydroveoffafewblocksawayfromthepolicewiththeirbzinglightsandscreamingsirens.

    Dimitrifeltpletelylostbetweenthedifferentspheresoftime.Thesebeforehiseyesshiftedoncemoreandheseemedtohavegonebacktoapreviousperiodoftime.Shadowsofveryfamiliarpeoplepassedbeforehim,hisgoodfriendsandbrothers,butwheretheheckwashe?Itlookedliketheabandardenorwasithislittlestudioapartmentthatprotectedhimfromtherainandwind?Hewasreallyfused.HesawRichardturningmbchopsonthegrill.Dropsoffatdrippingontothehotemberssizzledandhissedaingaromapermeatedtheair.

    “ItisstrawehavenotheardanythingfromDimitriyet”saidRichard.‘HehasbeenawayfromquitesometimenowandIamwwhenhewillreturn.Couldhereallybedead?”

    “Idon’tthinkheisdead”saidJamaz.“Ifit’shisturntodie,itisIwhoshoulddieinhispcebecauseIamnotafraidtodie.”

    “No,no,nobro”interruptedathirdmandressedasamonkwhowassittingcross-leggedbytheside.ItwasBig-O.“IfanyoneshoulddieinsteadofDimitriitshouldbeme.Mytwohandsaretaihtoomuchblood.Forme,deathmaybethereleaseIneedandmybestceatredemptiomedie.”Richard’smbchopwascookedtoperfeaoeat.HehaoMr.Kaffee,whorefusedsaying,“Nothankyou.I’vealreadyhadquiteafewpiedamalreadyfull.AtmyageIhavetobecarefuboutdiet.Toomuchmeatisbadformydigestionandwillmakemystomafortable.Youguysdon’thavetoworryaboutDimitri.Heisthekingofarealmandmusthavehisownp