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her. "What a rotten end to such a lovely honeymoon," she said miserably.
"It beats dying," he pointed out.
Tears sprang to her eyes. "Oh Mack, how can you live this way?" she
wailed.
He dug out a bra and hung it on her. "If I don't live this way," he
softly explained, "I die quick."
"But on and on and on. Isn't there any end to it?"
He fastened the bra and told her, "Sure, there's an end. But I'm in no
hurry to get there."
"It's like the law of the jungle," she whispered. "Survival of the
fittest, kill or be killed, no quarter, damn the torpedoes, all that."
"That," he whispered back, "is exactly what I've been trying to tell
you. Now listen to me. The storm has hit. All the airlines are grounded. The
highways are closing. Trains have stopped running. There's no way I can get
you out of this town. And we can't hole up, that gives the mob all the
advantage of the hunt. We have to go out there, and we have to keep moving,
and we have to keep alive. Out there, Jimi, in that jungle. Are you fit to
survive?"
Bolan had achieved the desired effect. The soft shoulders stiffened and
fiercely she said, "You're damn right."
"Then stop shaking and start dressing. Every minute could be vital."
"I'm in your way, aren't I," she declared quietly. "I'm really just
jeopardizing you."
"No," he lied. "You're giving me a better reason to stay alive." And
maybe it wasn't all lie.
She pulled a pants-suit from the boutique box and held it to her. "It's
lovely," she said. "Everything you do is lovely, isn't it."
He grinned and told her, "Sure, I even kill lovely."
"But only in the jungle," she said, trying to sound cheerful again.
"That's right."
She lunged forward suddenly and planted a wet kiss on his lips. "Caught
you, you're dead," she whispered.
"Huh uh," he replied. "Alive. Totally alive."
She pushed him away and watched him from beneath lowered lashes as she
stepped into the clothing. "Girls have jungles too, you know," she said.
"Just wait 'till I get you into mine ."
"Hell, I've been there," he said, grinning.
"Well, just wait 'till I get you back in there."
Bolan turned quickly away to conceal the emotion surging into his eyes,
covering with a noisy inspection of the Beretta. He hoped with everything he
had that he would walk Jimi's beautiful jungle again one day. Right now,
though, he had to safely escort her through his own.
And that, he knew, was going to take some doing.

6
And into the night

Larry Turk leaned forward to pat his wheelman's shoulder and to
instruct him, "Pull up over here, Gene."
The driver nodded and eased the big car to the curb, halting diagonally