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been kind to the place.

Sanderson was awake, but playing possum, the altered rhythm of his heart

and lungs betraying his condition. He was either very controlled or too

scared to flinch when I plucked his yellow silk handkerchief from his

front pocket. I used it to rub my prints from the steering wheel,

dashboard and gearshift, and stuffed it back in his pocket. His gun was

weighing heavily in my own pocket as I leaned across the seat and gave

his cheek a solid pat.

"You can open your eyes now, I know you're awake." My tongue played over

teeth which had receded to their normal length. At least I'd be able to

talk without lisping. "I said you can open your eyes." I gave him a hard

shake.

They popped wide.

"Name?"

"F-Fred Sanderson."

"Sure it is. What are you doing in town, Fred?"

"Visiting friends."

"They got a boat?"

He shut up until shaken again. "Yeah, so what?"

"Why'd you run me down?"

"Wha-"

"You heard me, why did you try to kill me?"

The heavy jaw snapped shut again, his eyes rolled toward the door, and

he struggled against his bonds. I lost my patience then, and for the
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