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before.”

“You really had us going with that church business,” said Country, reading the menu on the side of a football. “I can’t believe you actually came through.”

“But this is church,” said Serge.

A waiter wheeled over a cart with exquisitely marbled slabs of meat for them to select.

Serge made an S with his fingers and whispered, “Shula.”

“What?” said the waiter.

Serge winked.

An hour later, dinner came to a spectacular conclusion. Country set a napkin in her plate. “I’m stuffed.”

“Me, too,” said City.

“But there’s more!” said Serge. “I got you a present!”

“You did?”

He placed a gift-wrapped box on the table.

Country looked up at him. “This is so… unlike you.”

“That’s the problem,” said Serge. “You judge by my work mode.”

“What can it be?” asked City.

“Let me get the bow off.”

Country opened the box. “Portable DVD player?”

Serge grinned. “Already has a copy of my documentary inside so you can watch it over and over!”

“Not exactly diamonds,” said Country. “But it’s sweet.” She leaned across the table and gave him a peck, then placed the player back in the box.

“Aren’t you going to watch it?” said Serge.

“We just did.”

“Not the bonus material.”

“Maybe some other time.”

“For me?” said Serge. “I did keep my promise on the dinner.”

“I guess we could watch it a little,” said City, smiling coyly. “Give us time to make room for dessert.”

“That’s the spirit,” said Serge. He took the player back out of the box, clicked through the menu and turned the screen around to face them.

“What’s this?” asked City.

“The ‘making of’ documentary,” said Serge. “I gave Coleman a second camera to capture my groundbreaking directorial technique.”

“It’s just a sidewalk and some sneakers. Does it change?”

“No. Coleman left the camera running from his shoulder.”

“I think I’m ready for dessert,” said Country.

“Me and Coleman are going to the bathroom,” said Serge. “I’ll have the waiter send over a menu.”

The women sat alone at the table, sipping what was left of their wine.

On the DVD player, Coleman’s feet began weaving-“Whoops, having a little trouble here”-then the view quickly accelerated toward the sidewalk, until lens cracks spread across the tiny screen and went black. The player returned to the previous menu.

Country leaned toward the screen. “What’s this other bonus thing here?”

“What?”

“It says ‘Alternate Ending.’”

“Play it.”

She pressed a button.

“Look,” said City. “It’s the inside of Shula’s Steak House…”

“… Now it’s the outside,” said Country.

The waiter came over. “Hope you’ll come back and see us again.”

“Again? We were going to have dessert.”

“But…,” the waiter said haltingly. “The gentleman just paid.”

“He did what?”

They looked back at the small screen. A muscle car drove away from the restaurant.

“Don’t tell me-”

The women ran through the dining room and out onto the sidewalk, just in time to see Serge and Coleman speeding toward a bridge over Tampa Bay in the ’73 Challenger.

About the Author

TIM DORSEY was a reporter and editor for the Tampa Tribune from 1987 to 1999 and is the author of ten previous novels: Florida Roadkill, Hammerhead Ranch Motel, Orange Crush, Triggerfish Twist, The Stingray Shuffle, Cadillac Beach, Torpedo Juice, The Big Bamboo, Hurricane Punch, and Atomic Lobster. He lives in Tampa, Florida.

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