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at press time
My Minnesota people knew that on the night of my
triumph, a good friend had diedThere would be
bursts of laughter and occasional raillery, then
glances in my direction to see if I mindedBy
nine-thirty, the scrambled eggs I'd eaten were
sitting like lead in my stomach, and I was getting
one of my headaches - the first in almost a month
I excused myself to go upstairsI'd left a small
bag in the room I hadn't slept inThe shaving kit
contained several foil packets of Zomig, a
migraine medicationIt wouldn't stop a full-blown
Force 5, but it usually worked if I took a dose
early enoughI swallowed one with a Coke from the
bar fridge, started to leave, and saw the light on
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the phone flashingI almost left it, then
realized the message might be from Wireman
It turned out there were half a dozen messages
The first four were more congratulations, which
fell on my aching head like pellets of hail on a
tin roofBy the time I got to Jimmy's - he was
the fourth - I had begun punching the 6-button on
the keypad, which hurried me on to the next
messageI was in no mood to be stroked
The fifth message was indeed from Jerome Wireman
He sounded tired and stunned"Edgar, I know
you've got a couple of days earmarked for family
and friends, and I hate like hell to ask you this,
but can we get together at your place this
afternoon? We need to talk, and I mean really
Jack spent the night here with me at El Palacio -
he didn't want me to be alone, that's one helluva
good kid - and we were up early, hunting for that
red basket she was on about, andBetter late than never, right? She wanted you
to have it, so Jack took it over to Big PinkThe
house was unlocked, and listen, Edgarsomeone's
been inside
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Silence on the line, but I could hear him
breathingThen:
"Jack's severely freaked, and you got to prepare
for a shock, muchachoThough you may already have
an idea-"
There was a beep, and then the sixth message
startedIt was still Wireman, now rather pissed
off, which made him sound more like himse
