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clumps of grass and sand to his car. I felt strong enough to carry him,

but didn't relish coming into contact with his wet pants. Fortunately

the key was in the ignition, so I was spared a search of his lower

pockets. I opened the passenger door and stuffed him inside.

My mind was more or less functioning again and full of questions. Who

this stranger was and why he wanted to kill me seemed like good ones to

start with, so I picked his coat pocket and went through his wallet.

The driver's license was issued to a Fred Sanderson of Cicero.

The name might have been fake, it meant nothing to me, but the town

struck a sour note in my general memory. A bare ten years had passed

since the Capone gang invaded the place and took over. Big Al was in

jail now, gone but not forgotten if Sanderson was any example.

Except for five dollars and the phone number of someone named Elsie,

there was nothing informative in the wallet. I unbuckled Sanderson's

belt and slipped it from his well-muscled waist. He was heavy, but in

solid condition. As I'd thought, the leather strip had been specially

constructed to overlap on the inside. Working it open, I took careful

count and transferred the five hundred dollars hidden there into my own

pants pocket without a single pang of conscience. After what he'd put me

through he owed me, and I needed the operating funds.

I looked long and hard at his face. The heavy jaw and thick lips were

frustratingly familiar, but nothing clicked in my memory.

It was very bright now, the sky all strange with the sun and stars

shining improbably together. It was confusing until I realized it was

the moon that was flooding the place with such brilliance. Like