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"Dana?" she said "Are you Dana MacArthur, honey?"

A muffled "Yes"

"Okay, noant you to find someplace--"

The line went dead

"Damn!" Gloria said

"The Atlanta team just phoned in," Simon said "Ten-minute ETA Who is it?"

Gloria waved a hand at her screen Sirinned back

"Ah, shit," he said "Not another one"

The driver swung the SUV into the park and dowsed the lights Dennis Malone stared out theinto the overcast night He turned to tell Si, and saw that the criht, replacing the batteries Dennis nodded, stifled a yawn, and rolled down thefor some air On the jet, he'd loaded up on caffeine, but it wasn't kicking in He was getting too old for this Even as the thought flitted past, he disht would be the day they

found him cold and stiff in his bed

He had the best daative unit in the country, with the kind of resources and funding his old buddies in the FBI could only dreaot to plan theet rid of soether with his team, he'd devise the perfect crime, one that would stump the authorities That was the best part of his job What he was doing tonight was the worst Two in one week Dennis told himself it was a coincidence, random attacks unconnected to the Cabal itself The alternativewell, no one wanted to consider the alternative

The SUV stopped

"Over there," the driver said, pointing "To the left, behind those trees"

Dennis swung open his door and stepped out He rolled the kinks fro to see No crime-scene tape, no television crews, not even an a silently in an unht, headed for the airport, where they'd load their passenger on the saht Dennis and Simon to Atlanta

Over by a stand of trees, a flashlight signaled with an on-off flicker