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When I had all those busts back when I first started in this business, it had been mostly police coming after us. But the last two, before we got ourselves together and started making it hard for them, had been better coordinated.
They had been run by men who looked like these two fellows. They looked similar enough for it to be creepy. It was enough to make me wonder if there was a secret army of cousins who all looked alike, out to stop our underground movement.
All this took much less time to go through my head than it takes to write or even read. I was still groping under the seat for my bag when I decided it may be better to stay where I was, ride to the next stop and turn around there.
And hope no one followed me.
I couldn't call anyone. If Greg had turned or been caught and forced to tell what he knew, there was a good chance they already had all his contacts but me and maybe the next head up the line. They would have made him arrange this meeting to get me to come to him because he had no clue where I lived.
I couldn't lead them to Jules, who, by virtue of not being here and not calling me already, was seeming less and less like she could be the bad guy in this situation.
Hoping that they had not seen me yet, I ducked between the seats and ran down to the bathroom car, slipped into a stall in the middle of the car and locked the door.
I hope they don't find me.