Cars and pickup trucks were backed up for the new car wash just opened off Camp Robinson Drive near the southern edge of Levy. Rock took his place behind several vehicles in a driveway to wait to enter a bay door that led into the two-story prefab metal building and its ramp to the second-floor washrooms.
The driveway wasn't quite wide enough to accommodate more than one lane of traffic. Consequently, anyone who wanted to drive past the bay door to the parking lot had to wait for cars in line. Rock was unaware of this until a car pulled in directly behind his old Ford. Within a few seconds, he heard the driver shout, "You better get the fuck out of my way."
Rock was startled, and then frightened when he felt something hard pressed against his head. He turned to see the barrel of a gun held by a very large Arkansas State Trooper, whose face was reddened and creviced with anger. Rock knew he was about to be shot.
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