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The
plane
sat
restlessly
on
the
ground
,
engines
throbbing
,
aching
to
be
off
.
"
Kind
my
ass
,
"
said
the
man
in
the
pale
suit
.
"
I
’
ve
got
a
job
for
you
,
Shadow
.
"
A
roar
of
engines
.
The
little
plane
jerked
forward
,
pushing
Shadow
back
into
his
seat
.
Then
they
were
airborne
,
and
the
airport
lights
were
falling
away
below
them
.
Shadow
looked
at
the
man
in
the
seat
next
to
him
.
His
hair
was
a
reddish
gray
;
his
beard
,
little
more
than
stubble
,
was
grayish
red
.
A
craggy
,
square
face
with
pale
gray
eyes
.
The
suit
looked
expensive
,
and
was
the
color
of
melted
vanilla
ice
cream
.
His
tie
was
dark
gray
silk
,
and
the
tie
pin
was
a
tree
,
worked
in
silver
:
trunk
,
branches
,
and
deep
roots
.
He
held
his
glass
of
Jack
Daniel
’
s
as
they
took
off
,
and
did
not
spill
a
drop
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
going
to
ask
me
what
kind
of
job
?
"
he
asked
.
"
How
do
you
know
who
I
am
?
"
The
man
chuckled
.
"
Oh
,
it
’
s
the
easiest
thing
in
the
world
to
know
what
people
call
themselves
.
A
little
thought
,
a
little
luck
,
a
little
memory
.
Ask
me
what
kind
of
job
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
The
attendant
brought
him
another
glass
of
beer
,
and
he
sipped
at
it
.
"
Why
not
?
"
