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"
I
’
m
going
home
.
I
’
ve
got
a
job
waiting
for
me
there
.
I
don
’
t
want
any
other
job
.
"
The
man
’
s
craggy
smile
did
not
change
,
outwardly
,
but
now
he
seemed
,
actually
,
amused
.
"
You
don
’
t
have
a
job
waiting
for
you
at
home
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
have
nothing
waiting
for
you
there
.
Meanwhile
,
I
am
offering
you
a
perfectly
legal
job
-
good
money
,
limited
security
,
remarkable
fringe
benefits
.
Hell
,
if
you
live
that
long
,
I
could
throw
in
a
pension
plan
.
You
think
maybe
you
’
d
like
one
of
them
?
"
Shadow
said
,
"
You
must
have
seen
my
name
on
the
side
of
my
bag
.
"
The
man
said
nothing
.
"
Whoever
you
are
,
"
said
Shadow
,
"
you
couldn
’
t
have
known
I
was
going
to
be
on
this
plane
.
I
didn
’
t
know
I
was
going
to
be
on
this
plane
,
and
if
my
plane
hadn
’
t
been
diverted
to
St
.
Louis
,
I
wouldn
’
t
have
been
.
My
guess
is
you
’
re
a
practical
joker
.
Maybe
you
’
re
hustling
something
.
But
I
think
maybe
we
’
ll
have
a
better
time
if
we
end
this
conversation
here
.
"
The
man
shrugged
.
Shadow
picked
up
the
in
-
flight
magazine
.
The
little
plane
jerked
and
bumped
through
the
sky
,
making
it
harder
to
concentrate
.
The
words
floated
through
his
mind
like
soap
bubbles
,
there
as
he
read
them
,
gone
completely
a
moment
later
.
The
man
sat
quietly
in
the
seat
beside
him
,
sipping
his
Jack
Daniel
’
s
.
His
eyes
were
closed
.
Shadow
read
the
list
of
in
-
flight
music
channels
available
on
transatlantic
flights
,
and
then
he
was
looking
at
the
map
of
the
world
with
red
lines
on
it
that
showed
where
the
airline
flew
.
Then
he
had
finished
reading
the
magazine
,
and
,
reluctantly
,
he
closed
the
cover
and
slipped
it
into
the
pocket
.
