Terry didn’t recognize Twiggy Banks, but there was something very familiar about his entourage. If he had been sitting in a police station looking through photographs, he would have exclaimed, That’s him! The man who left him for dead, a dealer named Marcus, was getting into the driver’s seat of Twiggy’s Cadillac.

Everything came back at once.

A bad hit of Ecstasy. A bitter confrontation.

“You calling me a cheat?”

“It might as well have been Aspirin.”

“You’re a dead man.”

Terry regained consciousness after receiving the beating of his life only to find Marcus wasn’t done yet. He hit him a few more times, before Terry managed, “Please stop.”

“Shut up!”

Marcus slammed his head against the ground. Hit him several more times. Emptied his wallet. Hit him once more. Terry lost consciousness.

Twiggy Banks climbed into his Cadillac. Marcus was about to start the car when he saw something in his peripheral vision.

A green Mustang was sprinting toward them!