He hit the road at dawn, rush hour traffic heavy around him and the sun a golden dazzle in the smog. “What about the rig?”“Gone,” Clausen said. Crouse hears the stride coming. ”“Would you like to stay here?”Michael looked around the room again.
Gazelles? Antelopes?Something the leopards and Komodos can eat, I suppose. She’d give him an extra half hour after that—a running start. I was going to take him up on it. There were cities and temples and castles that moved on wheels, lights twinkling behind every tiny window.
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