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"Good. I am anxious to be away from here. Too bad the man isn't here. I
shouldn't want him desperately on us."
Strange. She swore she heard the sounds of vehicles driving up outside and doors
slamming. She tried to move but she couldn't. Her eyelids and her breathing were
about the only things she could control. All else was numbness.
"All right, let's wrap it up. They'll be coming through any minute now and I
don't want to be caught here. Recover your dead and wounded but leave the
others. Leave her, too, just the way she is."
"But that leave too much! You have Company up ass pretty quick!"
"I think not. I just want to make certain that both of them come-and
cautiously." The voice paused. "Take the kid," it added.
No! Please God! No! she tried to shout, but she couldn't move a muscle.

2.
Playing with a Marked Deck


Sam Horowitz was no dashing private eye except perhaps in his own mind and in
the occasionally romanticized mind of Brandy. He was five ten, well over two
hundred pounds, a small-boned sort of man who dramatized a pot belly, which he
most certainly had. He also had a pronounced Roman nose, small deep blue eyes,
and what was not graying on his head just wasn't there any more. He was, in
fact, the innocuous, bland-looking sort of fellow you'd never look twice at on
the street or in a shop, which was why he was a pretty fair private detective
and security agent.
Aldrath Prang, on the other hand, would stand out in most places. He looked to
be a man in his thirties, perhaps, in superb physical condition, even though in
reality he was well past seventy. A big man, well over six feet and muscled like
a god, his complexion was golden and his features resembled Polynesians more
than any other racial type on this Earth. He was not, however, from this Earth,
but one of the heads of the great corporation and its present CEO and former
security director. It had never been known that Prang had left the isolated and
nearly impenetrable home world of the Company since attaining Board rank, and
certainly it was unthinkable that a CEO would do so, ever. And for anything
less, that might be the case, but this was both personal and life or death.
Sam flicked the little recorder and Prang joined him. Together, they listened to
all that had transpired, at least the upstairs part.
"Bright lady," Prang said, impressed. "They never even noticed the thing."
Sam nodded. "So we have a lot to go on, anyway. At least we know more than they
think we do, which is always the best way to start a counter operation." He
sighed. "This bastard was right, too, Aldrath. He's got the only two people I
really care about and his type doesn't give me much play. I have to assume the
worst, and that means I'll be after them until they are exposed and fried all
the way to the top."
"I'm not so sure, old friend," Prang responded, thinking. "You have had a bad
shock and extreme frustration and you must have all your powers and wits about
you. Listen to him again. This-person -doesn't want you that way. You are
dangerous to them. The only man in history to have ever caught and convicted a
Corporate board member. They are afraid of you, and I don't think that was put
on. As you say, there's no evidence that they knew the recorder was here, or