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Have to go now. Right now.” He turned and left.

Colly was yelling after him, but Heyr walked across the site, climbed into his white pickup
truck, and pulled out. He had a cell phone in the truck. Soon as he was out on the street, he
picked up the phone and hit “1” on the quick dial.

He heard two rings. Then a voice one degree too sexy for professional use said, “First
National Savings and Loan, Nancy Soderlund speaking. How may I help you?”

Heyr had his window rolled down. He took another deep breath. Yep, it was still there.
“Have to go, Nancy,” he said.

There was a moment’s silence, in which Heyr had time to wish he’d stuck to his guns
about keeping his relationships uncomplicated.


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“Go? Where?”

“I’m not sure. I just have to go.”

Another silence. “Well…for how long?”

Make it clean, he told himself. Make it quick.

“This is what I told you about when we moved in together, Nancy—that one day I was
going to have to leave.”

A very, very long silence followed this announcement, while she tried to figure out what
he was talking about. Then, in the silence, she screamed into his ear, “That was FOUR
YEARS ago!”

“I know.” He was going to have to let her get this out of her system. Let her yell at him. If
things were different, he’d go home one last time and let her scream at him in person and
punch him and maybe break things and throw them at him, but he didn’t have the time.
What he smelled was pure live magic, too fragile and too tentative to be left untended. He
needed to track it down fast, before someone else got to it first and destroyed the source.
“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? You’re sorry? I have put four years of my life into us, into taking care of you and
loving you and…We don’t even fight much, you son of a bitch, and now you’re telling me
that you’re leaving me, and I get no warning? What, am I supposed to just go away now
and pretend you never existed? Find someplace new to live, and someone else to love, and
act like the last four years never happened?”

“You don’t have to go anywhere,” he said. He stopped the truck at an intersection, closed
his eyes, and sniffed. Trying to get a sense of the direction of the smell’s origin. East, he