Here it is .. ." He stopped short, barely avoiding ramming his shin into the bac k bumper. "What did you say?" "I've got it right here. Carrot cake. Happy Birthday Hillel , right?" "That's the one." "I've got this down for a seven thirty pickup. We open at seven, s o you could come in then." "Great, thanks. And what time do you close tonight?" "Five thirty, but it won't be ready then. I'll make it fresh in th e morning." Fade pumped a fist in the air and danced as much of a solo tango a s space would allow. "Of course you will. Thanks. I'll see yo u soon." The role luck played in killing people couldn't be overestimate d probably contributing about the same as talent and training when th e moment came. Fade, while not exactly on speaking terms with Fat e lately, had always been Death's favorite son. Apparently, their lon g separation hadn't changed that. The bakery was perfect. A tin y storefront on a quiet street, surrounded by other small shops tha t didn't start opening until ten. He'd arrived at three a .
