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intellectual concept. In a way I was more frightened by the idea that

someone had wanted to kill me than by the fact that they'd succeeded. It

was too much to take in, the best thing was to shut down the feelings

for the moment. I'd get used to things soon enough, not that there was

much choice about it now. In a larger sense it was what animals and

mankind had faced since old Adam found himself outside the garden: adapt

or die.

Having died already, there was only one alternative left, even if it was

mentally distressing.

For something to do I tied Sanderson's arms behind his back with the

belt and used his flowered necktie on his ankles. Rooting around in the

glove compartment turned up several road maps, so I was able to make a

good guess about our present location and figure out how to get back to

my hotel.

It was a tight fit behind the wheel, we were about the same height, but

my legs were longer. I didn't bother adjusting the seat, that was always

more trouble than it was worth. The starter started, the engine kicked
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and caught, and I eased it into first. Thirty minutes later I stopped in

what looked like a safe, secluded place and cut the motor. We were about

a mile from my hotel according to the maps; an easy walk through the

sleeping neighborhoods. This was a dead-looking business district, with

a few tired stores, some dusty warehouses and empty lots decorated with

weeds and broken glass. From the look of things, the Depression hadn't