t and leaned heavily on his back. Spyder kicked the Dead Mans Ducati into gear and took back streets across town to a twenty-four-hour diner he knew down by the waterfront.
For all her scars and mad despair, Lulu seemed better after a second cup of coffee. She took a long breath and even smiled the now familiar raw flesh smile.
"Arent we a pair? A couple of real desperadoes. Like those kids in Badlands. Kit and…?who was his girlfriend?"
"Sissy Spacek. "
"Even though she was Carrie and had that crazy mind zap thing going, I think Id rather be Martin Sheen. That okay with you, Sissy?"
"A man likes feeling pretty sometimes. "
"You sure got a purty mouth," Lulu said, in her best Deliverance hillbilly drawl.
They drank coffee, ate pie and french fries, and Spyder watched the clock over the counter creep ever so slowly toward dawn.
"So, Sissy…?"
"Holly. Her characters name was Holly. "
"So, Ms. Holly, what happens to a couple of outlaws like us, hopped up on caffeine and sugar, and on the lam?"
"I figure its a lot like the movie, really," said Spyder. "We leave here, catch a ride and head straight to Hell. "
Twenty One
Jubilee
At the far end of Fishermans Wharf, past the eager early morning tourists and their bleary children, a jeweled airship hung in the air.
The balloon portion resembled an enormous, ruby-colored seahorse. Below this was a comfortable looking gondola of a dark, lacquered wood with gold filigree. Spyder saw the seahorse blocks away, but wasnt worried. By now he knew that no one else could see the thing or would remember it for more than a
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