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wake you."

"Screaming?"

"You must have been having some kind of nightmare."

"I was. Jesus, I really was."

"Is something worrying you?" she asked.

"Nothing. It was just a bad dream, that's all."

"Because you've been awfully preoccupied these past few days."

"I'm fine," he said. "Just fine."

He turned away from her and went back to sleep.

SIX

"Cogan."

The face looming over him was covered in lines and shapes. In the soft light
glowing from the wall he saw that she was naked, and that he was, too. They were
lying on a thin mat spread out on the floor of a tiny cubicle.

"Harper?"

"You remember now?"

"No," he said. "I mean, I remember you from the first time I had this crazy
dream. But I don't remember anything from before that."

She reached out her hand to touch him. "Maybe this will help," she said.

"No," he said. But he felt himself responding to her.

"We have an hour before our watch," she said, straddling him. "Let's not waste
it. It's been a long time."

SEVEN

"You did a nice job on the Fairfax pitch," Jackman said. "Too bad we didn't get
it."

"We didn't?"

Jackman put down his fork and wiped his mouth with his napkin.

"It was always a long shot. They were basically happy with the job Belton