A chirp of tires and the roaring engine gave an answer that surprised him. He abandoned the slipper and scrambled toward the far curb, sensing that his stiffened joints and fever-debilitated muscles weren't going to save him.

The car slammed into him without slowing. His right leg and hip shattered with a crack that echoed sickeningly in his head. Airborne for an instant, he dropped heavily onto the top of the car, slid off the back, and bounced to a rolling stop on the asphalt.

Unable to move, he squinted at the departing taillights; saw the brake lights flash on. Somewhere, far off, he heard a grinding of gears. The car lurched back toward him.

“Not fucking fair,” he groaned, the pain engulfing him. “I wanted to finish it, nail your hides to the bulkhead.”

The heavy sedan backed over him with both rear and front wheels, and then stopped. Someone snatched the journal from his waistband.

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