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  97. About the Author

Should Zack use the twenty minutes to race to a police station? Try to get to someone of authority and in a rush try explaining this crazy turn of events of the last half hour? A story about switching phones with a killer? Just by chance seeing the killer’s passcode? They’d never believe him. They’d think it’s some kind of prank.

And Zack also realizes that all this evidence, all this proof, will be gone in twenty minutes, gone forever when he hands the phone back to this guy. And no one will ever believe him. And the guy will never be caught. And when and if anything happens to Zack after he returns it, no one will ever know why.

Zack’s no hero.

But he knows what he’s got in his hands.

He looks at the phone. He sees his own hand holding it actually start to tremble.

The trusty little black device he knows so well. Suddenly transformed. Suddenly something entirely different.

It’s not an iPhone.

It’s a diePhone.

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As Joey rides the subway back to the GreenGirl, the fury in him is so explosive, so uncontained, he feels like shooting someone.

Anyone.

That stupid-looking cow of a nurse across from him with all her blue veins mapping her fat white legs. Those two skinny kids with glasses and buck teeth coming from some fancy school uptown. That gray-bearded black janitor, sweating like a pig.

Pop. Pop. Pull the Glock with the Evolution suppressor out from under his coat, a couple of pops, and hop off at the next stop, feeling much better, calmer, more relaxed. Joey is surprised at how close he feels to doing it. How out of control he feels. And that makes him even madder. Even more pissed at the world and at himself.

You’re supposed to be in control in this job. And he always has been. But look how easily he gets out of control. Look what it takes. Just one smart-alecky phone call from one smart-alecky kid. Hey, dude, you left your phone.

Yeah, he feels like killing someone right here.

Someone else, that is. Someone additional.

He is so pissed at himself. How could he leave the goddamn phone at the coffee shop? What was he thinking? Well, he was thinking about some big stuff. Important stuff. Job stuff. It makes sense that he was a little distracted. But still, part of doing this is the care, the planning, with every step.