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and you know why? Because I’m sure Travis told him everything he needed to know.”
    Echo looked at Travis. “That’s a muthafuckin good point. What the fuck did you tell Breno?”
    Travis stared at Echo, stalling for time, knowing the man had no intentions of letting him live.
    Kiandra suddenly poked him in the mouth with the tip of her silencer busting a lip and loosening three teeth. When he stumbled two steps backwards, she said, “This is going to be a slow death.” She aimed at his crotch area and said, “Last chance.”
    Travis said, “I told Breno that two people, not the police, got gats and gonna rob him. Look for a bitch and a serious nigga. And as for the orange juice, I was telling him to pull an OJ and run. Like this.” He turned away from her and dashed off as fast as he could toward a wall, throwing himself into it, shoulder first, damn near entering the adjacent room.
    Even though a woman in the next room began screaming, Kiandra rushed up to Travis and unloaded seven shots in the sneaky bastard.
    Echo said to Kiandra, “Get your ass out of here.” He slipped on his skully knit cap and pulled it down to his eyes. “Wait for me at the last place we filled up for gas. I’m going after Breno’s ass. If I don’t show up an hour after you get there, keep it moving and forget about me. I’m about to draw some attention, so make sure you move like a scared tourist.”

Chapter 18
     
    ECHO RAN DOWN the outdoor stairs and reached the second floor. He ran up to Room 241, elbowed the window in and snatched the curtains down. He fired two shots inside but quickly realized that Breno was gone. No reason to think he’d be in the bathroom after the warning Travis had given him. Echo looked around and noticed maybe twelve people watching him now. His gun was still silenced, so they’d obviously heard the window breaking; some had even heard the commotion and the screaming that had been on the third floor.
    Kiandra eased from the room and headed for the stairs.
    Echo knew where Breno had parked and what he had driven. Travis said they had traveled in two cars, but Echo had flattened two tires on Breno’s girlfriend’s car earlier this morning. What the fuck could Breno be driving now?
    Echo reached the other side of the motel, fleeting down the stairs to the first floor, and sprinted to the side parking lot. Breno’s car was still there, and the footprints in the snow told Echo that Breno had recently been as far as the driver’s door and had kept going in another direction, behind the hotel and toward the organized line of trees. Echo followed the tracks, hauling ass, gun still in his hand. Through the trees he could see the Fat Pond Cafe, and several other commercial establishments, on Lake Tahoe Boulevard. The gigantic lake was on the other side of the boulevard.
    A light snow was coming down as Echo’s buckskin Polo boots impressed a new set of tracks. When he reached the other side of the trees Breno’s tracks were still visible, but Echo stopped in the rear parking lot of the café and looked around. To his far right he saw a black
    1999 Jeep Grand Cherokee leaving the lot. The tires has no chains and occasionally they would slip and spin in the snow. The driver was a black man, but Echo couldn’t tell if he was Breno.
    Then Echo noticed something as he began to hear police sirens maybe a mile away. The driver’s window was down in the Cherokee, which made no sense during snow flurries and forty-degree weather. Unless the window was stuck or had been recently broken. Echo ran to catch up with the Cherokee but soon saw that he was losing the race. He stopped and thought about shooting at the vehicle, knowing that that wouldn’t stop a damn thing sixty years ahead and counting.
    Echo turned around and ran up to the front end of a parked Nissan Pathfinder SUV. An elderly white man was in the driver’s seat, about to pull out. Echo rushed around to the front passenger’s side and aimed his gun