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He
held
up
a
shoulder
bag
.
"
I
don
’
t
need
to
check
this
,
do
I
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
’
s
fine
.
Do
you
have
any
picture
ID
?
"
Shadow
showed
her
his
driver
’
s
license
.
It
was
not
a
big
airport
,
but
the
number
of
people
wandering
,
just
wandering
,
amazed
him
.
He
watched
people
put
down
bags
casually
,
observed
wallets
stuffed
into
back
pockets
,
saw
purses
put
down
,
unwatched
,
under
chairs
.
That
was
when
he
realized
he
was
no
longer
in
prison
.
Thirty
minutes
to
wait
until
boarding
.
Shadow
bought
a
slice
of
pizza
and
burned
his
lip
on
the
hot
cheese
.
He
took
his
change
and
went
to
the
phones
.
Called
Robbie
at
the
Muscle
Farm
,
but
the
machine
picked
up
.
"
Hey
Robbie
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
They
tell
me
that
Laura
’
s
dead
.
They
let
me
out
early
.
I
’
m
coming
home
.
"
Then
,
because
people
do
make
mistakes
,
he
’
d
seen
it
happen
,
he
called
home
,
and
listened
to
Laura
’
s
voice
.
"
Hi
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
m
not
here
or
I
can
’
t
come
to
the
phone
.
Leave
a
message
and
I
’
ll
get
back
to
you
.
And
have
a
good
day
.
"
Shadow
couldn
’
t
bring
himself
to
leave
a
message
.
