Two AM, a dim street, almost deserted. Don managed to bump into someone anyway. Someone following him would mark it as the fourth person he'd run into. "Watch it, asshole," Don said. "You watch it, you little shit. You bumped into me." The guy stopped and faced him directly. Don had to work not to smile.

"Are you blind, motherfucker? You bumped me."

"Whatever." The guy turned away.

"Don't walk away from me!" Don shoved him. The guy turned around swinging a fist but Don stepped out of range and raised his fists. "You wanna take me?"

"Leave me alone, man." The guy looked ready for a punch. "I'm just going home."

"Not without a beating."

He drew a small gun from behind his back. "Just walk away."

"Oh, God." Don fell to his knees. "I'm sorry, please, please don't kill me. Please!" The abrupt change puzzled the man. Don crawled forward on his knees until he was close enough to grovel. "Please, please don't shoot—" Don twisted the gun in the man's hands and pulled the trigger over and over, discharging multiple rounds into the stranger.

"—me," Don finished with a smile. Mentally rehearsing his story, Don dialed 911.