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No。 Well； maybe； but someone was blowing a horn outside。 It sounded again； sharp and clear in the hush of dawn。 Kinsey sat up and twitched the curtain aside； peered out the window above his bed。 He saw Zach's black Mustang in the yard； wheels cutting deep swaths through the unmowed grass。
Kinsey slipped his bathrobe on over his pajamas and hurried through the blue…lit house。 He realized too late that he had forgotten his slippers； let himself out the front door； and crossed the soggy yard to the car。 Trevor was behind the wheel； his face drawn with exhaustion and pain。 He finally looked his age； Kinsey thought； perhaps even older。 … Beside him； Zach was alternately pulling at his own hair and beating his hands on his knees。 His face was a bruised； bloody mess。 Kinsey saw crisscrossing stripes of blood beginning to soak through the cloth of his shirt； adding random touches of gore to the exploding Kennedy head already printed on it。
〃I'm keeping myself awake；〃 Zach said when he saw Kinsey looking in at him。 〃I have a head injury。 We kinda could use some help。〃
〃What happened？〃
〃Could we tell you on the way to a hospital？〃 said Trevor。 He held up his right hand； which had been hidden in his lap。 Kinsey stared at it； aghast。 The hand was purple； swollen to three times its normal size。 The two middle fingers were twisted at dreadful angles。 It looked like Wile E。 Coyote's hand after he'd managed to smash it with the giant wooden mallet intended for the Roadrunner。
Kinsey opened the car door for him； and Trevor climbed out carefully； as if his whole body was sore。 Zach got out the other side by himself and promptly fell over。 Trevor and Kinsey hurried around the car； but he had fallen on the soft rain…soaked grass and was only lying there cussing helplessly through his tears。 〃I can't think straight；〃 he said as they helped him up and led him to Kinsey's car。 〃It's the worst feeling in the world。 It's like opening a bad oyster 。 。 。 it's like 。 。 。 um 。 。 。 shit 。 。 。 um 。 。 。〃
〃Keep talking；〃 said Trevor。 He helped Zach into the back seat and climbed in after him。 〃It's like a bad oyster？ Why？〃
〃 'Cause my thoughts feel all slimy and rotten but I've already swallowed them and I can't 。 。 。 um 。 。 。〃
〃Regurgitate them？〃
〃Yeah！〃
Kinsey listened to conversation in this vein for more than twenty miles。 Occasionally he interjected a ment or question to help Trevor out； but he did not press them for details of what had happened； though he was madly curious and more than a little concerned。 They would tell him when they could。
The emergency room in Raleigh was nearly deserted at this early hour。 Kinsey sat in an orange plastic chair designed to conform to no human ass in existence； paged through an assortment of magazines that no one would ever want to read。 He listened to Trevor check himself in； then help Zach check in under the name 〃Fredric Black；〃 telling the nurse only that they had been in an accident。
〃How would you like to pay for this？〃
Zach fumbled in his pocket。 〃I have some credit card numbers 。 。 。〃
〃Cash；〃 said Trevor hurriedly。 He had Zach's entire bankroll on him； and it was considerable。
〃Marital status？〃 the nurse inquired。 Zach stared wildly up at Trevor。 〃Single；〃 Trevor told the nurse。 〃He's with me。〃
The nurse looked at them for a long moment。 〃Brothers？〃
〃Uh； yeah。〃 Trevor nodded at Kinsey。 〃That's our uncle over there。〃
〃All right。 You can go back together。〃 The nurse handed them their forms and waved them down the antiseptic green corridor。
Another nurse washed the blood and plaster off Trevor's hand； then picked seventeen slivers of mirror glass out of his knuckles with a pair of tweezers。 He was given an ice pack to hold while the doctor looked Zach over； probed the wound in his scalp； shone a light into his eyes； and finally pronounced his concussion genuine but not serious。 〃Make him rest；〃 he advised Trevor。 〃Don't let him move around a lot。〃
〃I have to；〃 protested Zach。 〃I'm a professional rock star。〃
〃I won't；〃 Trevor promised。 He helped Zach down from the examining table with his good arm。 The doctor glanced at the gash in Zach's head again。 〃Jesus； kid； maybe we ought to stitch that up。〃
〃No！ No stitches！〃
〃Well； it's your head 。 。 。 What hit you； anyway？〃
〃Diamonds。〃
〃Couldn't have been diamonds。 You'd be dead。 That's one of the hardest substances known to man。〃
〃It was diamonds；〃 Zach insisted。
The doctor glanced at Trevor。 〃He may not be； uh； real lucid for a day or so。〃
〃I understand。〃 Trevor squeezed Zach's arm。 I believe you； he thought。 It was diamonds； just like the one Skeletal Sammy pressed into my hand。 He had no idea what the significance of diamonds might be。 But it meant Zach had been in Birdland too。
The only bad part for Trevor was when the doctor pulled his fingers straight to splint them。 He gripped Zach's hand and made himself ride the waves of pain instead of sinking beneath them。 He had done this to himself。 He would endure whatever he must to fix it。 And when it was healed； he would draw whatever he wanted to for the rest of his life。
On the way back to Missing Mile they huddled together in the back seat； Zach lying with his head in Trevor's lap。 Trevor tried to give Kinsey a prehensible version of the night's events。 Kinsey didn't say much； but seemed to believe everything。
〃I don't know what we're going to do；〃 he told Kinsey。 〃Could we hole up for a couple of days with you？〃
〃Sure。 As long as you want。〃
〃I don't think it'll be very long。〃 I like everything else about Missing Mile； Trevor thought； but I don't even want to be in the same town with that house anymore。 I know what I need to know now。 And Zach has to fly soon。
He glanced down to make sure Zach wasn't falling asleep。 The doctor had said not to let him do so for another hour。
But Zach's eyes were open； watching Trevor steadily； the color of jade shining in the clear morning light。 He looked wide awake； and very glad to be alive。
The morning red…eye express took off from New Orleans International at eight…twenty。 Agent Cover had just enough time to scrape together the bare bones of his original raid team and notify the Special Agent in Charge at the Raleigh office that they were ing。 The SAIC was supposed to meet them on the other end with cars。
A stewardess pushed a gleaming cart of drinks along the aisle and stopped beside their row with a saccharine smile。 〃Can I get you somethin'？〃
〃Coffee；〃 said Loving； Schulman； and DeFillipo。
〃Coffee；〃 said Cover。
〃Cream and sugar？〃
〃Black；〃 they said as one。
Cover flipped open the Bosch file and stared at the newspaper article。 His heart had sunk this morning when he arrived at the office and saw the pasty； sniffling boy waiting in the hall。 Duplessis pored over the papers until they were soft and sweat…stained； unpleasant to handle。 And all his 〃discoveries〃 so far hadn't amounted to shit。
But when Cover read this one； he got excited right away。 The other article had mentioned North Carolina outright； this one seemed to hint slyly at it； which could mean Bosch