Constantine - The Novelization - Whoa is (Not)

getting two women into bed and putting money in their cleavage and kicking them out when youwere tired of them....Francisco decided he was going to like America. But the whispering cautioned him:Francisco, you are in danger... This man cannot be trusted.... Look at the photo on thedashboard.Francisco looked. The licensing photo on the dashboard was of another man entirely."Say now, man, you got American cash, right?" the taxi driver asked. "I don't want no pesosand with you not speaking English and the way you looking around, it's like somebody just gothere..." And as he finished the sentence he pulled the car into a side street near a parking lot fullof rental cars. No one was around.Francisco had his hand on the iron spike, and understood. But he could not speak English, andhe replied in Spanish. "I have yet to change my money."The man shook his head. "Fool, I can't understand what you saying. You got..." He rubbedhis fingers together in the universal sign for money. "American?"Francisco shook his head."Motherfucker, that some scandalous shit you trying to pull. I don't wait around while youchange your money. We going to see what you got on you and then you give all you got and yousay thank you, Baley, for not shooting my motherfucking head off. Now get out the car."He pointed at the door. Francisco shrugged and got out. The driver came around to his side,opening his coat to show a revolver in a shoulder holster. He put one hand on the gun and stuckthe other one out. ''I'm gonna kick your motherfuckin' ass anyway, wetback - you pissing me off,looking like that. Maybe we take you somewhere, find out do you got some relatives can payyour way, but there going to be big interest, cocksucker-"''I'm no wetback. I came across the desert, not that river in Texas," Francisco said, in his ownlanguage. He pulled out the spike, and slashed downward with it.Baley had drawn the gun, and the iron point smashed into his hand - shattering the gun andhand both, stabbing right through skin and bone, even though the point wasn't sharp enough to cutthrough paper, let alone flesh. The driver screamed and tried to jerk his hand away, but onlysucceeded in tearing it up more on the iron spike clutched firmly in Francisco's fist.Francisco kicked out - angry now, wanting to feel some part of his body striking this lowlife.He struck the man's groin, hard, making him buckle over - as if the man were bowing to him."Yes, bow to me!" Francisco shouted. "You should bow! You are scum! You dare to rob me? Iwill take all of this city for my own! I will be king of the thieves!"As he spoke, Francisco raised the spike again, swinging his arm all the way around in acartwheeling motion to bring it down into the back of Baley's head, and the spike seemed to carrya terrible momentum, as if energized by its own inner hunger, as it stabbed through the man'sskull like a nail through a boiled egg.The driver fell, twitching. Francisco examined the iron spike - and as he watched the driver'sblood beaded like mercury and ran off it, as if in a hurry to be away. In a second the spike wasdry.He grunted in satisfaction and put it away in his pocket. He found a small roll of bills on thedriver and got into the taxi, where he discovered the key in the ignition. He started it and droveaway.But where to? Anywhere! Perhaps a bank - the Spike could break open a bank vault....Plenty of time for that. First, follow your instincts. You will be guided. There is somewhere else youmust go....Yes, plenty of time for robbery later. He would just drive to the east... that's what felt right.There was something there, in the eastern part of this great city. There was a place, someplacespecial, that called to him.--