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smaller ones, probably the result of some well-placed kicks.

I'd seen bodies like this before, but only in the morgue when I'd been
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covering a gang killing. The sight was always sickening. Considering the

amount of damage I'd taken, the shot in the heart might have been an act

of mercy. The bullet mark was still there, but looked less ugly than

before. I felt for the exit hole and found a large rough depression on

my back. Both were painless. The small circles on my left palm were

still a puzzle, but they were quickly healing as well, the angry red

softening to pink.

The sheer violence that had been directed so personally at me was more

than enough to leave me emotionally stunned. Why it had happened was a

total blank and overwhelmingly disturbing on every level.

I rubbed down with a wet towel and pulled on clean underwear and threw

out the old. Of the bullet Sanderson had fired, there was no sign,

except for the holes it left in my clothes. For some reason I thought

about what my mom once told me concerning underwear and accidents and

smiled, then my limbs went all stiff and sluggish. The sun had just come

up.

Pulling the pillow and spread from the bed, I walked into the closet and

shut the door. I dropped the linen on the floor to foil any light leaks

and to put something between me and the dirt, then I dove headfirst into

the pillow and didn't come up.

Maybe I expected something like sleep or straight black oblivion, but it