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           Everythingwasokayuntilhehadgottentenmilesdowntheroad,andthentheshakeshithimsohardthathehadtopulloffRoute2andintothemorning-desertedparkinglotofSing’s,theChineserestaurantnotfarfromtheEasternMaineMedicalCenter...wherePascow’sbodywouldhavebeentaken.TheEMMC,thatis,notSing’s.VicPascowwasnevergoingtoeatanotherhelpingofmoogoogaipan,ha-ha.

           Theshakestwistedhisbody,rippedatit,hadtheirwaywithit.Louisfelthelplessandterrifiednotterrifiedofanythingsupernatural,notinthisbrightsunshine,butsimplyterrifiedofthepossibilitythathemightbelosinghismind.Itfeltasifalong,invisiblewirewasbeingtwirledthroughhishead.

           "Nomore,"hesaid."Please,nomore."

           HefumbledfortheradioandgotJoanBaezsingingaboutdiamondsandrust.Hersweet,coolvoicesoothedhim,andbythetimeshehadfinished,Louisfeltthathecoulddriveon.

           WhenhegottotheMedicalCenter,hecalledhellotoCharltonandthenduckedintothebathroom,believingthathemustlooklikehell.Notso.Hewasalittlehollowundertheeyes,butnotevenRachelhadnoticedthat.Heslappedsomecoldwateronhisface,driedoff,combedhishair,andwentintohisoffice.

           SteveMastertonandtheIndiandoctor,SurrendraHardu,wereinthere,drinkingcoffeeandcontinuingtogooverthefrontfile.

           "Morning,Lou,"Stevesaid.

           "Morning.

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