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Oh shit.What the hell happened? said Devine automatically, although he knew very well what had happened. Well, yes. Jesus, I said, whos paying them? I dont suppose they can bring the dress department over? Were the doctors able to provide any information to the police? Do they know who the father was? Yeah, but thats okay. If you dont remember, you dont remember. I’d never ask you to do something you’re not comfortable with. I know that she was pregnant but she ended up aborting the baby. You didnt ask me, Mason retorted, smiling. Doug the wrestler roared and punched Devine twice in the head. They were damn hard shots, but that was all. He felt some blood on his skin and in his mouth, some snot on his face, but his senses were intact. The guy tried to pin his arms to his sides, but Devine broke that hold by slamming the top of his head into Dougs chin and gouging him in the eye with his thumb. Then he hooked him around the ankle with his foot and laid a thunderous elbow into the mans oblique. This caused the man to stagger back, breathing hard, and bloody from the chin and mouth. Devine pivoted, went behind Doug in a flash of choreographed movement that he had done a thousand times in close-quarter drills, and for real in combat, and came up behind the far larger man. A vicious elbow strike to the left kidney, a rock-hard fist to the right one, and Doug dropped to his knees, howling in pain, because that area of the body was unprotected and sensitive as shit, which made it the perfect target. No reason. Devine remembered that Valentine had been dead asleep in his room. Even if he misremembered and told the cops differently, they wouldnt believe him. He was Russian after all. Valentine had not commented on his facial injuries. He might have assumed Americans got the shit kicked out of them on a frequent basis. Maybe the same was true for Russians. Just chitchat. Stone called Joan and asked her to get Faith to the airplane as soon as possible.Tell her Ill fly left seat. He asked her to book a rental car in Santa Fe and to pack a bag for him and overnight it to Eagles address. Done, Dino said, and picked up the satphone. My rental was the only car in sight. There was no traffic on the river road, either. The surrounding timbered hills made me uneasy. After last night Id become aware of all the places a sniper could hide. Sure thing. Ill come packing. 42 What? she said. Why are you asking me these things, Mr. Mason?..