“So what da buggah said?” Rudy the barber asks me.
“Some bullshit about Denise and Chris.”
I’m waiting for a haircut. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Christopher Andaya enter. He’s dark, looks real Hawaiian.
Suddenly he pulls a knife, comes at me. I grab my gun inside my jacket and shoot him three times, but instead of dying, he turns around and staggers outside. I follow.
I say, “Chris, you’re supposed to be dead already,” and boom, he goes down. I flip him over.
His face looks weird, his eyes all glassy, looking up at me like I’m God.