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"
Half
a
million
dollars
’
worth
of
books
,
"
said
the
man
,
proudly
.
His
name
was
Gary
McGuire
.
"
Mostly
rare
and
antique
books
from
libraries
and
universities
.
They
found
a
whole
storage
locker
filled
with
books
from
floor
to
ceiling
.
Open
and
shut
case
.
"
"
Why
did
you
take
them
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
I
wanted
them
,
"
said
Gary
.
"
Jesus
.
Half
a
million
dollars
’
worth
of
books
.
"
Gary
flashed
him
a
grin
,
lowered
his
voice
and
said
,
"
That
was
just
in
the
storage
locker
they
found
.
They
never
found
the
garage
in
San
Clemente
with
the
really
good
stuff
in
it
.
"
Gary
had
died
in
prison
,
when
what
the
infirmary
had
told
him
was
just
a
malingering
,
feeling
-
lousy
kind
of
day
turned
out
to
be
a
ruptured
appendix
.
Now
,
here
in
the
Lakeside
library
,
Shadow
found
himself
thinking
about
a
garage
in
San
Clemente
with
box
after
box
of
rare
,
strange
and
beautiful
books
in
it
rotting
away
,
all
of
them
browning
and
wilting
and
being
eaten
by
mold
and
insects
in
the
darkness
,
waiting
for
someone
who
would
never
come
to
set
them
free
.
Native
American
Beliefs
and
Traditions
was
on
a
single
shelf
in
one
castle
-
like
turret
.
Shadow
pulled
down
some
books
and
sat
in
the
window
seat
.
In
several
minutes
he
had
learned
that
thunderbirds
were
mythical
gigantic
birds
who
lived
on
mountaintops
,
who
brought
the
lightning
and
who
flapped
their
wings
to
make
the
thunder
.
There
were
some
tribes
,
he
read
,
who
believed
that
the
thunderbirds
had
made
the
world
.
Another
half
-
hour
’
s
reading
did
not
turn
up
anything
more
,
and
he
could
find
no
mention
of
eagle
stones
anywhere
in
the
books
’
indexes
.
Shadow
was
putting
the
last
of
the
books
back
on
the
shelf
when
he
became
aware
of
somebody
staring
at
him
.
Someone
small
and
grave
was
peeking
at
him
from
around
the
heavy
shelves
.
As
he
turned
to
look
,
the
face
vanished
.
He
turned
his
back
on
the
boy
,
then
glanced
around
to
see
that
he
was
being
watched
once
more
.
In
his
pocket
was
the
Liberty
dollar
.
He
took
it
out
of
his
pocket
,
held
it
up
in
his
right
hand
,
making
sure
the
boy
could
see
it
.
He
finger
-
palmed
it
into
his
left
hand
,
displayed
both
hands
empty
,
raised
his
left
hand
to
his
mouth
and
coughed
once
,
letting
the
coin
tumble
from
his
left
hand
into
his
right
.
