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icewater, fear spread out in my guts and left me shaking at the edges.

The night was too bright, it was wrong, totally wrong.

Distraction. I needed distraction. Where was I?
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East of us were tall buildings in the distance. I was still more or less

in Chicago. The last thing I recalled was some phone call launching me

out of the hotel I'd just checked into. I'd left at midafternoon to do

something and ended up that night soaking wet on a deserted patch of

Lake Michigan shoreline with some crazy trying to kill me. Wonderful.

I felt my head for lumps, found a swelling behind one ear, and smiled

with relief. A concussion of some kind; that would account for the

initial disorientation, the memory loss, maybe even make my eyes overly

sensitive. I'd only imagined the gunshot and had taken care of Sanderson

on adrenaline alone.

Almost as an afterthought I checked my wallet and was surprised to find

it in place and intact. I thought I'd been mugged. The papers were out

of order and damp, but everything was there, including the money and

change left over from the precious twenty I'd used to pay for the hotel

room. It was when I returned the wallet to its inside pocket that I

noticed my shirt front. A big burn hole was in it just over my heart,

surrounded by water-diluted red stains. There was a smaller hole lower

down, next to my belt buckle.

I tore the shin open and found an ugly round scar just left of the

breastbone. It was large, but looked freshly healed.