Sonny Justice shook the dust out of his hair. He knew his name. He knew there had been an explosion. But other than that… he knew nothing.

Sonny’s head ached as he tried to think. The flashy car? The fancy suit? The four kilos in the trunk? The Bushnell ONIX 200 GPS Navigation System with Georeference? He must be… a dealer. That was the only option that made any sense.

Who was that man, yelling his name? Was that a cop car? Sonny Justice reacted without thinking, jumping in his Diablo and speeding away. The cop kept yelling, yelling that his name was Tubbs Purebottom, yelling it like he was… worried? But that was crazy. Why would a cop care about a wild man like Sonny Justice?

Sonny turned on his Bushnell ONIX 200 GPS Navigation System with Georeference. There was a satellite photo with map and compass on the screen, almost like a video game. There were even user profiles. “Sonny” once said. That must be the one. Sonny turned it on, and looked. He seemed to have some regular haunts. Was that his house? Was that his local bar? Sonny began to smile as the memories slowly came back. He was gonna be just fine, he told himself. Before long, he’d be the number one dealer in all of Miami.

But Sonny still couldn’t quite convince himself that the cop was just trying to put him away. Why had he seemed so upset? Why had he chased the Diablo on foot, waving, without even drawing his gun? If only the headache would go away, thought Sonny. If only I could remember…

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