All that publicity started to get 
me a little scared, because I really   
didn’t want anyone to know who or where
I lived, and that’s why I took precau- 
tions.                                 
     When I put the security cams in,  
I also put in a few other devices that 
would not only help keep me anonymous, 
but also safe. You know, just in case  
we really did get chased by a truckload
of gangsters someday.                  
     Even without the gun mounts, James
Bond would’ve loved my car.            
     After lowering the window, I threw
a switch that activated one of those   
devices, and it started up two small   
motors that lowered a metal panel over 
each of my license plates.             
     I’m sure eventually, someone’s    
gonna be able to figure out my name,   
* but I was hoping that I’d be old news    
by then.                               
     I have no real problem with the   
press, but sometimes they can get a    
little too nosey, and I’m sure they’d  
put it out there, when they found out  
what I did to Scratches.               
     Besides the press, the only other 
loophole was that cop, but after cal-  
ling for help and arresting those two  
guys, he came over with my wallet.     
     I showed him the bunnies, and     
then, out of the blue, he promised to  
keep my name out of it, for now anyway.
     Who was that cop, and why did he  
do that? He didn’t even know me, or did
he? It was frustrating, because he     
looked so damn familiar.               



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