At least he was trying, and that’s
when I remembered seeing him somewhere 
before. I just couldn’t remember where,
but that thought left me instantly.    
     Forty-five seconds, forty-six sec-
onds, forty-seven seconds.             
     I should be getting tired, but    
something was pushing me to go even    
faster. Of course, it did help that    
the whole run and fall was mostly      
downhill.                              
     As I got closer to the river, I   
looked up to see where my car was and  
saw that the cop had turned on his     
flashing lights.                       
     Just ahead of that, I could see my
car, and calculated from that where the
bag had probably fallen. If my calcu-  
lations were correct, it not only made 
it into the river, but also wasn’t too 
* far out to swim, and maybe I wasn’t too  
late, maybe.                           
     If, my calculations were once     
again correct. I was fucking with Lady 
Luck big time on this one.             
     Fifty-eight seconds, fifty-nine   
seconds, one minute.                   
     There was only one way to find    
out, and on a dead run, dived in and   
swam as fast as I could to where I     
hoped the bag would be.                
     One minute and ten seconds, one   
minute and eleven seconds, one minute  
and twelve seconds.                    
     I was almost ready to give up,    
when I spotted it and dived down, pray-
ing to any God that would listen, and  
Lady Luck too.                         
     Please, please, don’t let me be   
too late.                              



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