“You always wake up in a cold sweat,” Bobby replied. “Go ahead and say it.”

“Say what?”

“About how you’re gonna find the people responsible and kill them all.” Bobby said the words to me that I always say.

“You doubtin’ me?”

“No, I ain’t doubtin’ you.”

“Then what are you sayin’?”

“That you always say that; that’s all I’m sayin’. Shit! Why you gotta get all defensive and shit like a bitch?”

“So now I’m a bitch, huh?”

“You know what? Fuck you,” Bobby said and got up. “Fuck you and this self doubtin’ bullshit. You lettin’ that dream shit get to you.”

“How so?”

“Okay, you say in the dreams you don’t save Shy, never save her. As hard as you try, no matter what you do, Bart always kills Shy. Dream or not, what do you think all that ‘I can’t’ shit rollin’ around in your mind is doin’ to you?”

At first, I looked at Bobby like he was a fuckin’ fool. But then I thought about the dream I just had. You had a plan the last time and he still killed me. “In my dreams lately Cassandra’s starting to doubt me. Maybe she represented the part of my sub-conscience that is starting to doubt myself.” I looked at Bobby, he was looking at me like I was a fuckin’ fool. “Did that make any sense?”

“A little.”

“I could drive myself crazy tryin’ to figure that out. All I know is that I will find the mutha fucka behind it all, and I am gonna kill them.”

Chapter Five

It was past midnight when Jackie left Travis’s house. She got in her Porsche Cayman S and drove down Bronxwood Avenue on her way to meet Freeze. It had been almost a week since Travis announced that he was done.