The police car had pulled away minutes earlier. The diner was filling with people on their way to work. Driver reached under the dash, twisted together the wires he’d pulled down before. The engine came to life. “Another minute, I drive away. You get in, I stay.” The man came around to the passenger side, opened the door and stood with his hand on it. “This is decidedly not smart,” he said. “I get dumber every year.” The man climbed in, and Driver killed the engine. “So dumb,” Driver said, “that I don’t care about the money you just left in there.” He looked at Driver, looked back out to the street. “Yeah, okay.” “What I do care about is knowing who it came from.” “Why?” “Knowledge makes us a better person, don’t you think?” “No,” he said. “No, I don’t. Don’t think that at all. Four years polishing college chairs with my bottom, three more of law school, and I end up a gopher. There’s your knowledge.” “At some point you made the choice.”
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