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heard greenery click-rustle-snap, but he didn’t realize that he was being shot at until the bole of a palm tree took a bullet inches in front of his face, spraying him with flecks of its green tissue.He dropped fast and flat. He rolled off the path and crawled through night beyond the broken window. “We know just what to do with the sick son of a bitch when he shows up.”Greatly distressed, Dalton managed to roll his head side to side and produce an anguished mewling.Thinking Dalton might be worried about his wife and daughter, Hazard revealed that ferns and pittosporum, through mimulus drenched with red-purple flowers, into sheltering gloom where he was grateful for all shadows, natural and not. The jakes arrived before the ambulance, and after Hazard briefed them and told them where to send the paramedics, he went upstairs to look after Maxwell Dalton.The withered man, more hideously emaciated on third sight than he had appeared to be on first and second, rolled his sunken eyes and grimaced, greatly agitated, struggling to cough up barbed words from his no doubt cracked and bleeding throat.“Easy, easy now,” Hazard said. “Calm down. Everything’s going to be all right now. You’re safe now, Professor.”The hooked edges of the words pained Dalton as he spat them out, but he insisted on saying, “He’s ... coming ... back.”“Good,” Hazard said, grateful to hear the ambulance siren rising in the